Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silver ❯ Chapter 4

Bakura could feel Seto approaching the house, like an itch between his shoulders where he couldn't quite scratch it. He sometimes wondered if it felt as irritating to Ryou to sense someone approaching, but he supposed it couldn't, or his lover would have changed the spells. He'd admitted enough about how he'd changed to Ryou that he felt comfortable asking him about which aspect would be the better for doing this.

 

“Yadonushi-sama, would you find this easier to do if I was Silver, or merged with Silver?”

 

“Wha-? Umm...no. I assumed you'd be you, normal you when we did this. That's one reason I wanted to do you first, not him. Seto just doesn't have your awareness of his personal power flows, and I'm not sure you'd have the same awareness merged with Silver.” Bakura hadn't even considered those aspects of the spells needed to do this, but then he'd never thought it was his responsibility to think about them, just to supply the power his lover needed and not fight what Ryou did.

 

“Ahh, do you think Seto will be disappointed that I'm here instead of Silver?” He still hadn't spent much time dealing with Seto as a lover as himself rather than as Silver, even with Saturday night taken into consideration. And he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to bond that deeply to Seto, although it might be a little late to avoid that since he'd reacted to protect Seto without thinking when Mokuba came into his bedroom on Sunday morning while Seto was still asleep.

 

“I don't think so. You didn't have any problems when you delivered the message to him did you? And if you want to you can always become Silver after I've finished rewiring your mind.” It was phrased as a suggestion, not an order, but somehow Bakura had a feeling it was more an order, even if Yadonushi-sama wasn't going to say so explicitly. But he didn't have time to say anything else, because they could hear Seto at the door. “I'll get that Bakura, you just relax.” And Ryou pressed a quick kiss to his lips, leaving Bakura wishing they had time for something else, or that he dared give himself over to his lover without reverting to Silver.

 

He was still just sitting there, with his fingers pressed to his lips in contemplation when Seto followed Ryou in, a distant expression on his face.

 

“How are we going to do this? And what do you need from me?” It shouldn't have been a surprise that Seto was so blunt, but it had been a bit surprising that he hadn't demanded more details than Bakura had been prepared to give, and less metaphor.

 

“You can help me move a couple of futons in here, and take that coat off, it doesn't look too comfortable to me.” That hadn't really been a concern when Seto was here to play since Ryou got him naked rather quickly, but it did matter this time since Seto was always subtly uncomfortable like that, even if it did arouse him too.

 

“It's more comfortable than it looks, but you're right, I wouldn't lie down in it. Why do we need to lie down?” Seto slid his coat from his shoulders as he spoke, and Ryou took it from him without saying anything.

 

“Because it can make me dizzy sometimes when Ryou draws heavily on my Shadow Magic for any sustained period of time, and we're pretty sure that I'll be able to feel it when Ryou starts manipulating my Shadow Magic flows. In other words it's a bit like the reason a doctor has his patients lie down before giving them a sedative, or taking blood donations.”

 

“That makes sense.” Seto frowned a bit as Bakura led him through the house. “I take it you're both assuming I'll react the same way you do to those things?”

 

“The first part is more or less a physiological reaction, or close enough that we're certain you'll respond the same. But as to how you'll react when Ryou starts working on your Shadow Magic flows...” Bakura shrugged, uncertain about how to phrase it without risking insulting his lover, then he decided not to worry about that. “We're not sure if you're aware enough of your Shadow Magic to be affected by the alterations Ryou will be making to it, but it is better to take unneeded precautions than to fail to take precautions and find they were needed.”

 

“Yes, it is. It is good to deal with someone who understands that.” Seto's approval didn't mean as much to Bakura as Ryou's would have, but it was still nice, and Bakura didn't fail to note the implication that a lot of the people Seto knew, either through duelling or through his company didn't understand that simple fact. Then an ideal distraction to keep him from dwelling on the inadequacies of the people he had to work with came to hand.

 

“We keep the spare futons in this cupboard, in case we have more guests than beds.” Because both Ryou and Bakura preferred sleeping in a bed to on a futon - Ryou because his family was pretty Westernised, and Bakura because it felt like success, because it was so different to the pile of rags he'd usually used for a bed back in Egypt.

 

“Do we need to get sheets and blankets as well?” Bakura smiled faintly, he'd succeeding in switching Seto's attention to a purely practical issue, rather than letting him worry about what Ryou was going to be doing, or dwell on most people's incompetence.

 

“I don't think so, unless you'd prefer that. We're not going to be sleeping on the futons after all, just lying on them while Ryou modifies our Shadow Magic flows.”

 

“No need then.” Seto pulled two of the rolled up futons out of the cupboard, handing the first over to Bakura and taking the second himself. It was a little bit awkward to carry one each, but not too difficult, and they were too different in height for it to be comfortable for them to carry the futons between them. Bakura led Seto back to the room they usually played in, he wasn't certain that it was a good idea to let Ryou alter their minds there, in case it made it harder for Seto to relax, but as Ryou had pointed out it would reinforce the need for Seto to comply with what Ryou had to do. They set the futons up side by side without needing to discuss their actions, a sign of how well they could work together Bakura thought.

 

“I wish you knew enough about the modern world to actually work for me.” Seto sounded wistful, and Bakura resisted the urge to explain that he was very good with computers, because knowing about them was necessary to steal anything really valuable in this time. Ryou didn't want him to have a job, it made his lover happier to have Bakura at home, ready to spend time with him whenever Ryou felt the need to. Ryou hadn't actually said any of that out loud, just expressed his relief that the additions Bakura'd made to his trust fund allowed him that luxury, the rest he'd gathered through their link.

 

“About the only thing I'd be good for is a few tests of your security system, I don't have the reputation as a duellist to be worth sponsoring or anything.” It was just a throw away comment, Bakura hadn't really meant anything by it, but Seto still latched onto what he'd said with almost desperation.

 

“I might just do that then, a lot of my buildings could probably use a test of their security. Expect me to contact you at some point about that.” Ryou had got back just in time to hear that, and Bakura resisted the temptation to look to him for how to answer Seto's offer.

 

“I'll listen to the offer, I can't say for certain that I'll agree. We should get started, since we have no idea how long this will take, or even if Yadonushi-sama will need time to rest between working on the two of us.” Seto gave him an impatient look at that, he'd obviously expected better, and Bakura couldn't quite blame him, he was trusting the two of them to alter his mind, and if it had been him with the idea Bakura knew that Seto would be able to answer any question about the process. But then Seto worked far more in the sciences than the arts, even if he did have an artist's soul. “It isn't as if we could do experiments or anything.”

 

“I don't have the sort of power reserves you or Bakura-sama do, the sort we need to do something like this, and it wasn't as if we had anyone we could experiment on.” And did Ryou realise that he sounded almost as if it was the lack of suitable subjects that had kept him from experimenting, since almost no one had Shadow Magic any more, rather than the morality of experimenting on people who didn't know enough to give their consent? “Now lie down so we can get started.” The order was spoken flatly, with an absolute confidence that he would be obeyed, a confidence Bakura knew he found an incredible turn on, something Seto seemed to agree with him on.

 

Bakura heard Ryou come to sit beside his head, laying a hand lightly on his forehead, and he obediently dropped his shields as soon as Ryou told him to. He could feel Seto's power in his mind, entwining with his own power, and altering how it flowed, creating new pathways within his brain, and removing old ones, and it hurt, but that didn't matter, not when he knew what this was to prevent. He'd take any amount of pain over the prospect of losing himself, his control and awareness the way he sometimes had under Zork.

 

“Finished. Is there anything you think Seto should know before I do this, Bakura?”

 

“Yes. This will hurt, it will be nothing short of agonising in fact, and if you struggle against it, try to make it hurt less then it will just be even worse. And there might be damage if you struggle.”

 

-o-()-o-

 

All Seto was aware of as Ryou used his Shadow Magic to implement the solution he'd come up with on Bakura was a steady drain of something he couldn't quite identify, an odd form of energy that had to be his Shadow Magic. An odd sense of lassitude began to affect him, and he didn't really notice when Ryou stopped draining power from him at first, not until after Ryou began to speak, and even then he couldn't make any sense out of the words at first.

 

“...anythin...ink Seto should know before I do this, Bakura?”

 

“Yes. This will hurt, it will be nothing short of agonising in fact, and if you struggle against it, try to make it hurt less then it will just be even worse. And there might be damage if you struggle.” Bakura's voice was solemn, and serious, not a hint of melodrama there, and he knew that the thief had a high pain threshold, and knew what real pain was, had been tortured himself in the past, so he wasn't inclined to dismiss Bakura's warning the way he might have if it had been Yami or Yugi warning him. Still, Seto could take the pain, it couldn't be any worse than some of the things Gozaburo had done to him, and he wasn't entirely certain that he wanted to take the risk of something happening again like it had last Saturday, he was scared there might be brain damage or something if it happened too often.

 

“Then I won't struggle. Don' think I've got th' energy to anyway.” Seto hated the slurring in his voice, but somehow he knew he couldn't change it, so there wasn't anything he could do about that, and he knew it was understandable. He knew because Bakura responded to him without seeming to have any problems with what he'd said.

 

“It's not the physical struggling we need to worry about, it's the chance that you'll try to stop Ryou altering the flows of your Shadow Magic. Just focus on whatever reason you have for doing this if you need any extra motivation.”

 

“Right.” So, Mokuba, he needed to focus on Mokuba, and how important it was for him to stay sane, and smart, so he could run Kaiba Corp and make sure that his brother was provided for, and that any children Mokuba had would be able to live their lives without worrying over money the way he had before Gozaburo. “Is there anything else I need to do?”

 

“No, just shut your eyes and relax.” When he'd been warned that this was going to be agonising and he was worried about brain damage? Seto scowled, and did his best to comply, trying to put himself into the state of mind he enjoyed when he was Bronze, focusing on how much he trusted Ryou, and he believed that whatever pain Ryou was going to inflict was for a purpose. He felt Ryou's hand resting on his forehead and braced himself without thinking, but that wasn't enough. It felt like someone had set his brain on fire as Ryou did whatever it was that he was doing, even if he knew that it wasn't supposed to be possible to feel sensation from the brain. But it still felt like there were hands of fire, pulling and twisting at things he couldn't identify, and he screamed, he needed that release if there was nothing else he could have, even if Bakura hadn't.

 

When the pain finally ended it cut off abruptly, which didn't really make much sense, but his throat was still hurting, and when he tried to speak he realised that he couldn't.

 

“You screamed yourself hoarse.” Bakura was kneeling by him, a lot more coherent than he'd been, offering him a glass of something to drink. He managed to sit up with Bakura's help - and somehow it didn't seem odd to him anymore that Bakura was the one to take care of him, not Ryou - and took the glass in a shaking hand. The drink was hot enough to make the glass warm in his hand and it looked a bit like a milkshake and Seto sipped at it carefully at first, then when he'd tasted the odd spiced honey flavour he drank with more enthusiasm.

 

“How long did it take?” Even that short sentence made him feel like sandpaper was rubbing over his throat, and Bakura just frowned, biting his lower lip and shrugging.

 

“I am not sure, I will ask Ryou when he returns.” Seto didn't bother trying to ask out loud, he just looked at Bakura. “He's putting the rest of this up into a thermos for you, Yadonushi-sama had to knock you out at first when he'd finished, and I made this up for you while you were out. Did you only have limited time?”

 

He didn't need to speak in order to answer that question, so he just shook his head. He'd treated this like any normal medical procedure when he planned for it, and since Bakura hadn't given him a time he assumed it was more akin to surgery than to something like a dental exam.

 

“Then you can stay for a while, until you've recovered a bit.” He tilted his head, letting his hair fall forward, as he spoke. “Were you hoping for something else afterwards?” It was only then that Seto realised he hadn't been dealing with Bakura's core self at all, not really, he'd been dealing with the new merging who'd told him about this. He shrugged, it hadn't really mattered to him whether or not they did anything sexual today, this visit had been about practicalities, not pleasure; if there was pleasure afterwards that was just a nice bonus. But really, he was a bit too tired to feel up to anything that required much in the way of effort from him.

 

“How is he?” Ryou directed the question at Bakura, not at him, and Seto gritted his teeth in irritation.

 

“Apparently his throat is still hurting, and he had trouble speaking earlier. He wanted to know how long it is since we lay down.”

 

“Nearly three hours. Is it just your throat?” Seto nodded, then frowned as he realised that it wasn't just his throat that hurt, the rest of his body ached too, the way it had when he spent too long training alone, without an opponent.

 

“No, my muscles ache too, like I spent too long exercising.” The drink had helped though, and he hoped he could drink some more soon, Bakura had said they'd made more than the glass he'd drunk.

 

“I see. Bakura, go get some massage oil and put it in a bowl of warm water to heat up. Seto, I'll help you get undressed, so that Bakura can give you a massage. That should help, he's very good at that.” Bakura had already left, obeying Ryou's instructions without question, apparently he considered this to be bedplay, and Seto wasn't sure he could disagree as Ryou came forward and began stripping him with sure, confident hands. By the time he was naked Bakura had returned, setting a softly steaming bowl down beside Seto, and then putting a dark bottle into it to heat. Then Bakura stripped before he touched his throat, and the familiar collar appeared around his neck before he knelt in the posture Seto had learned to use when he first presented himself to Wraith.

 

Ryou laughed, Wraith's laugh, and stroked Ba-Silver's hair.

 

“Put those in the laundry basket, clean yourself and return here with a bottle of your oil, the grey butt plugs and a cock ring.” Seto knew better than to expect to hear Silver respond to those instructions, and Ry-Wraith turned his attention to Seto when Silver had left. “I don't think you're really up to playing at the moment, are you?” All Seto could do was shake his head, and that made Ryou laugh. “Well, I'll keep you warm until Silver gets back.” And with that he lay down on top of Seto, kissing him hungrily, hands roving over his body casually. Somehow Seto didn't care enough to object, and besides he knew Wraith would never abuse his trust, and neither would Ryou.

 

Just as he'd reached the point of thrusting up against Ryou's hips he heard Silver return, and kneel to present the things Ryou'd told him to get, and Ryou released him, climbing off him with a throaty laugh.

 

“Roll over onto your stomach Seto.” When he'd obeyed he couldn't see what Ryou was doing to Silver, but it didn't matter, he knew Ryou loved him too much to hurt him. Even the slap he heard couldn't have been intended to really hurt Silver, besides he'd felt slaps like that before, and they were always...nice in a way, just hard enough to draw his attention, and not hard enough to do more than make his skin red for a few minutes. “Go and give Seto a full massage. As if he'd just finished a heavy workout.” How would that be any different from the massage he'd got after the trouble with Marik in Velvet Glove?

 

Just as good as that one, if not better, but gentler somehow, and this massage didn't make him feel sleepy, instead it soothed his aches, and aroused him in a way the earlier one hadn't. Silver didn't tell him to roll over verbally, instead pulling at him lightly until he realised what he wanted. Seto had gotten past being embarrassed about showing his arousal around Ryou and Bakura a week or so after he'd proposed their relationship, so he didn't hesitate to comply, rolling over and resting his head on his folded hands. Silver started working on his chest, massaging the front of his body, starting at his neck and moving down, until he reached Seto's groin. Seto could feel that long hair brush over him as Silver turned his head, but he didn't bother twisting to see what was going on.

 

“Yes, go ahead and satisfy him.” Ryou's voice sounded half amused, then Seto couldn't think as he felt Silver's incredibly talented mouth focused on bringing him to climax.

 

-o-()-o-

 

Ryou watched half amused and half aroused as Silver tended to Seto, massaging him with the skill Ryou was so familiar with, the skill he hadn't expected his lover to have. When Seto rolled over he could see that the massage had the same effect on Seto as it usually did on him, and he smiled indulgently as Silver reached the groin and turned to look at him in question. He was used enough to how non-verbal Silver was that he didn't have any problems interpreting the look on his face.

 

“Yes, go ahead and satisfy him.” Bronze tended to give a good show when he was being sucked off without the distraction of having to work on Silver at the same time, so it would be fun to see if Seto reacted the same. Ryou expected that he would, that he didn't have the same distinction between the two aspects of his personality that Bakura had, or even that Ryou had himself to a lesser extent. If anything Seto was less inhibited about showing his pleasure now than he was as Bronze, and Ryou enjoyed the sight, letting Silver feel his arousal. Silver finished the massage while Seto was still limp from his climax, and Ryou's time sense told him that it had been nearly an hour since he'd woken up.

 

“Silver help Seto to get up and dress him.” That took about a quarter of an hour, and it was fun to see how Seto kept inadvertently hindering Silver in serving him. “Good, now take Seto to the kitchen and give him the thermos we filled with the rest of the drink you made up for him. Seto, you can drink the thermos in an hour or so. We intend to play now, and I doubt you're interested in that at the moment.”

 

“I'll call my driver.” He pulled out his cell phone, as he spoke, his voice was still hoarse, but he didn't seem to have any problem talking as he followed Silver through the house. Ryou smiled almost indulgently, then went to collect some toys to use on Silver. He made a point of picking only toys made of metal for this, to fit in with the plans he'd come up with while watching Silver massage Seto. Except the vibrator, that was plastic since he wouldn't have time to do anything with it before using it. Silver was waiting for him on his knees, presenting himself the way he always did.

 

“Display pose 2.” He didn't need to stretch Silver to take the vibrator, he was already stretched from the butt plug and it was a simple matter to slip the slightly smaller vibrator inside and turn it on. “Go do the laundry, then come to me and present yourself.” He didn't need to worry about Silver being able to find him, they could use their link to locate one another easily enough. He'd got most of his homework done while Seto was unconscious, but there was still some more he needed to do, after he'd set things up the way he wanted. Ryou went to the freezer, collecting a large bowl of ice cubes, something he'd made a point of creating a large supply of, stored in plastic zip-lock bags, and setting all the toys he was planning on using into the bowl to cool as the ice melted. He left the bowl in the room they were playing in, then retreated to his office. He focused on maths and physics, until he felt Silver's presence in the room.

 

“Come here and suck me while I work. But don't let me come.” He still had to finish a few last questions on his physics, and having Silver's mouth around him would feel good, it always did. And Silver knew that he only wanted a distraction, not enough stimulation to keep him from concentrating on his work, he always did know what Ryou needed sexually. Ryou just wished he'd been as aware of Silver when he'd made the decision to accept Seto into their relationship on occasion. He put that from his mind, and began to focus on his homework again, writing and calculating as Silver's mouth worked on him. When he'd finished he pushed the book away from him and slid his hand under the table to grip Silver's hair as he began to fuck his mouth in earnest. He knew well enough that he wasn't actually hurting his lover when he did this, so it didn't bother him the way it might have, the way it had the first time Bakura had suggested this as a way to use Silver. When he'd climaxed he released his slave's hair, murmuring an order for Silver to clean him up and Silver obeyed with a contented purr, resting his head against Ryou's thigh when he'd finished. Ryou hesitated then reached down to stroke his beautiful hair gently, even though the reassurance probably wasn't necessary.

 

He pushed away from the table, fastened his pants up and stood, glancing back at his lover. “Follow me.” It wasn't as if there was any question of Silver disobeying as he went back to their play room. “Display pose 3.” Silver spread his legs wide, then leaned back until he actually fell backwards, catching himself on the hands he threw over his head, then moving his hands as far apart as he could without losing his balance and arching his back until his body formed the shape of a bow. Ryou sometimes thought that particular display pose was the most beautiful of them all, but only when he wasn't looking at a different pose. He stepped forward, running a hand along Silver's ribcage, then picked up the bowl where he'd been chilling the toys. The nipple clamps first, clover clamps, with a chain strung between them, then a second chain, one end a clasp that he fastened to the middle of the first and the other a new cock ring, added in addition to the one Silver was already wearing. It was just a little too short and would pull on the nipple clamps, increasing the tension, and also on the cock ring, especially with the position Silver was in. Then he turned the vibrator up a bit, Silver would need the extra stimulation with what Ryou intended to do next.

 

He pulled out a heavy metal ring, a 24 ounce ball stretcher and fastened it around Silver, pulling his testicles away from his body, then he added another smaller ring on either side of that, checking through their link to see how badly he was hurting Silver after each ring. He hit Silver's limit with the third ring, an improvement on last time, and the reason he'd dared start with the 24 ounce ball stretcher rather than the 16 ounce one he'd started with last time.

 

A smile dance across Ryou's lips for a moment as he knelt between Silver's legs, and took Silver into his mouth for a few moments in an effort to soothe the pain he'd inflicted at least a little. Next he turned off the plastic vibrator and slowly slid it out of Silver, to replace it with a larger metal vibrator he'd had chilling and ran one of the melting ice cubes down the length of Silver's cock. For a while he amused himself by running melting ice cubes over Silver's body almost randomly, but then he decided he'd been playing for long enough and stepped back, watching the fine tremors running through Silver's body in admiration.

 

“Break stance.” Ryou caught Silver as he fell from his position, and guided him to lie down on one of the futons they'd used earlier. Running a casually possessive hand over Silver's body Ryou found that most of the metal toys had heated to his skin temperature by now, so he began slowly removing them, all save the original cock ring and the vibrator working inside him. He stroked Silver's hair gently, then bent to whisper into his ear. “I'll return soon, just relax for now.”

 

It didn't take him long to prepare a hot water bottle and a bowl of warm water to wash his slave down with after he'd finished with him, and Ryou returned to Silver, placing the bowl on a table to wait, along with the hot water bottle wrapped in a towel. He removed the vibrator and pulled Silver to his feet with a hand in his hair before opening his pants, slicking himself with oil and sitting down.

 

“Come here and sit on my lap facing me.” As Silver obeyed Ryou took hold of him by the hip and guided himself into his lover's body. He began guiding Silver to fuck himself on Ryou's cock, and opened their link, to let Silver feel his pleasure, holding back on feeling it himself to help keep from climaxing until his slave had climaxed first. It took a long time, but sometimes Ryou liked that, to climax only after a long wait, because that made it feel even better than usual. Once Silver had climaxed Ryou let himself feel the full sensation and was overwhelmed in seconds, so he didn't take too much time fucking Silver while his slave was too spent to respond. Then Ryou lifted Silver from his lap and stood, carrying him to the futon. He cleaned himself quickly with a baby wipe, and then he picked up the bowl of warm scented water and cloths he intended to use to clean and soothe Silver.

 

The first thing was to remove the cock ring, and then Ryou began washing his lover, whispering quiet comforting words to him as he worked, following the wet cloth up with the warmed towel. Silver started almost purring under the attention, and Ryou smiled in amusement at that, but he didn't say anything to let Silver know what he was doing, he was enjoying listening to it too much.

 

“Come on, we'll put the futons away together.” He only spoke when he was sure that Silver was fully recovered from the scene, but once he was confident of that he saw no reason to delay the tidy up. After all, once they'd got everything put away they could move on to something more enjoyable.

 

-o-()-o-