Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sins Of The Pharaoh ❯ Deadly Sin: Anger ( Chapter 19 )

WARNING: RAYNA X BAKURA LEMON! ANUBIS X BAKURA NCS! YAOI AND HET LOVIN'!

 

Deadly Sin: Anger

 

Seth carried Aten in his arms. The child felt almost weightless as his limp body rested against the High Priest. Rayna carried her daughter, hugging her and kissing her burning forehead.

“What are we going to do for these children, Seth? Aria's head is on fire and Aten is badly wounded.”

Seth looked down at the bleeding boy. “We have to do what we can. Let's get them to a bed where they can rest.”

Seth and Rayna entered the harem room. The women and children circled around Aten and Aria while they were laid on a bed together.

“What happened to them?” Veria asked, worry clear in her voice.

“Aten won the battle, but not the war. We need some medicinal herbs, cloth, and sewing implements. Inaya, go fetch a bowl of water for me.”

The nine-year-old girl ran for a bowl.

Rayna sat beside Aria and held her hand. “I'm amazed Aria was able to help Aten.”

“I honestly don't know how she managed to help, despite her illness.”

Aria's eyes opened and she looked up at her mother. “Am…I dead?”

“No, sweetheart, you are in our room. You're alive and Aten is right beside you.”

Aria looked over and saw the boy gasping for breath. His arm was bleeding heavily and his head was gushing red.

“Aten…” Aria reached over and took Aten's limp hand. “Wake up, please.”

Seth shook his head. “He's badly injured, Aria. He won't be conscious for a few hours, at least.”

Inaya returned with warm water and a cloth. Veria returned with some medicinal herbs.

Seth examined the wound on Aten's arm. “Rayna, place this cloth on Aten's head. Stop the bleeding there. Apply pressure while I examine his arm.” The High Priest examined the gash and shook his head. “It's pretty deep. It almost cut clean to the bone.” Seth looked up at Veria. “Get me some string.”

Veria ran away again.

Aria squeezed Aten's hand. “Please be okay, Aten.”

Seth took the string when Veria returned and proceeded to sew Aten's wound on his arm. The priest wrapped the injury in cloth and examined the wound on Aten's head. “That won't require any sewing, but we have to bandage his head.”

Seth cleaned the wound and wrapped cloth around the boy's head.

He checked the child's ribs and saw severe swelling around the boy's ribcage.

“Veria take half of those herbs and make a paste. Rayna, take the other half of the herbs and mix it into a warm drink. They should help reduce the swelling and help with the pain. We have to wait until Aten is conscious. I don't want to risk choking the little boy.”

Veria ground the herbs and spread it over Aten's ribs. Seth wrapped the boy to keep him immobile while the ribs mended.

“The rest is up to Ra.”

Inaya stood beside Aten and bit her lip nervously. “Is he going to die?”

Seth put his hand on his daughter's shoulder. “I hope not, Inaya. He is a good fighter and much depends on him.”

Aria sipped the tea that her mother had made. Within minutes, the girl had fallen asleep beside her friend.

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Yami narrowed his eyes at Anubis. He clenched his fists in fury. The little boy had lived! He beat the odds, leaving defeat and a promising dead soldier in his wake.

“Akil was supposed to kill Aten! You sacrificed him for nothing!”

Anubis held onto his son's cooling body. “I didn't want him to die! I knew he could defeat that sniveling son of a traitor!”

“That bastard is still alive! That bitch, too! Akil should have done his job!”

Anubis narrowed his eyes at the pharaoh. “MY SON IS DEAD! I have to bury my own child! I never should have involved Akil!”

“Now I must find another way to eliminate them!”

Anubis put his head on his dead son's chest. “MY BOY….dead…”

“Oh, stop the grief! You can always replace him! Just go back to your wife and lay with her! You can put another one in her belly.”

“NO CHILD CAN REPLACE MY AKIL!”

Yami rolled his eyes. “Maybe you will train the next one a little better than you did this one. Maybe this one would actually be able to win a battle against a little weakling!”

Anubis wiped his eyes. “My son died for nothing…..”

Yami crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Mourning is for weak people, Anubis. I will not tolerate a weak General in my army.”

“I'm not weak!”

Yami raised an eyebrow. “Don't grieve too long, Anubis. Your son was a martyr.”

“A martyr? What did he die for?! He died for nothing!”

Yami smiled at his General. “Akil died defending his king and country against Aten. Aten and Aria will see to it that I never get the Millennium Items. Haven't you seen them constantly defy me? Aria's language is not of fear and submission. There is a fire in her soul that I cannot extinguish. Her weakness is her friend, Aten. Aten refuses to submit to me when I order him, but I still have strength that he does not, being one so young. I must fight him now when I take him to my chambers. He died trying to defeat one who is a threat to me and my plans.”

Anubis stood up and nodded. “You are right, my pharaoh.”

“Bury him and meet me when you are done. You have a mission to complete and I will see it done.”

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Anubis' POV

 

I buried my son beside my house. I can't believe that little traitor-seed killed my Akil! He had such promise and now his body is cold and dead.

I plan on taking Yami's advice. I will bed my wife tonight and replace what I have lost.

I will not take no for an answer.

She will do as I say. She's never fought me before.

I met Yami in his chambers to discuss the travel to my latest conquest. The Necklace's location was imperative to decipher. The pharaoh could determine the location of the other two missing Items. Then he will be the all-powerful ruler, more powerful than the gods themselves. He could bring Akil back from the grave!

Yami ordered me to march towards the city.

“I have read in scrolls that the Necklace was given to a member of the Nobility. I have yet to determine which Noble House owns the artifact. Kaemwaset recognized the Millennium Necklace as belonging to Marik Ishtar's betrothed wife, Isis, but she said she had been robbed and a thief took it. She couldn't identify the thief. I asked her about Bakura and she had said that Bakura did not take it. It was another pickpocket which had waylaid her on the road.”

I need to help my king to get my son back.

I will get my son back no matter what I have to do!

I might not be able to punish Marik Ishtar for fathering that boy-child. But, I can punish Bakura for fathering that female child of his.

Aria is responsible for my son's death, too! If she hadn't aided that boy, Akil would have pierced Aten's heart with his weapons!

Bakura's going to get a good, sound beating for this tonight, I guarantee it.

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Normal POV

 

Inaya sat beside Aten, holding his hand. Aria opened her eyes and looked beside her to see the girl sitting beside Aten.

“Aten, are you awake?”

Aten's closed eyelids fluttered and he continued sleeping.

“Aten was hurt pretty bad, Aria,” Inaya said.

Aria looked around for her mother, who had left her side. “Where's mommy?”

“She and my father left a while ago. I don't know where they went.”

The doors opened and the pharaoh walked through. He looked around and glared at the two children laying on the bed.

Aria narrowed her eyes at the pharaoh. “Stay away!” The girl coughed deep after her growled threat.

“My dear, you do not frighten me. You are sick and I pray that Ra takes your soul,” Yami said, approaching the bed.

The other women in the room bowed to the sinister monarch, but they kept their eyes on the two children.

Yami stood at the foot of the bed. “That is no way to speak to Royalty. Your father taught you bad manners. That hardly surprises me, though. What does a thief know of manners? Nothing.”

“My father taught me to respect people who deserve it. You tried to have Aten and I killed!”

Yami grinned. “I assure you I was there for purely entertainment purposes only.”

“I don't believe you.”

“Believe what you want, thief-spawn. I owe no allegiance to you, but you owe respect to me.”

Aria shook her head. “I never will.”

“What you speak is treason, girl. I will not stand for it.”

“What I speak is the truth.”

Yami walked around to Aria's side of the bed. “I suggest you change your tone or I will change it for you.”

Aria coughed and laid back against the pillow with a defiant groan.

The pharaoh walked over to Inaya and Aten. “Get up, girl.”

“What are you going to do to him?”

Yami growled and grabbed the girl by the front of her shirt. “I said to get up! Now I'll make you get up!” Yami lifted her and threw her into the air towards the women. Mirandai caught her, but was also thrown back down to the ground with her daughter.

The pharaoh sat beside Aten and glared at the unconscious boy. “You little filth! You defeated your opponents only by luck. When your injuries heal, you will pay for your insubordination. I will see to it. Personally.”

The pharaoh stood up and turned towards Mirandai and Inaya standing on their feet. “I will not take back-talk from a female, girl. Mirandai, train your child better or I will show you how to punish!”

Mirandai hugged her daughter tightly and glared at the king, defiantly.

“You will be wise to hold your tongue if you look at me in that fashion. I will cut it out if I see it.”

The pharaoh left the room and the women sighed in relief.

“Are you okay, `Naya?”

Inaya nodded and hugged her mother tightly. “I didn't want him to hurt Aten.”

Mirandai looked her daughter in the eyes. “The pharaoh is mad with power, Inaya. If you disobey him, the punishments are severe. He cares not if you are male or female. He does not tolerate such behavior.”

“I hate the pharaoh,” Inaya snarled.

“Such people are only kings for a short while before the people rise against them and dethrone them.”

Aria narrowed her eyes. “I'll see to it that this happens. I will bring Yami down no matter what I have to do! For my father and all others who suffer under his thumb! I will see Yami pay for his crimes.”

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Anubis walked into Yami's throne room and bowed before his pharaoh. “Do you wish for me to return to Khartum and search for the items you seek?”

“You will do that and you will search my father's tomb upon your return to the Valley of the Kings. Those thieves were inside so they may have taken the Items if they had been there. I will talk to Bakura since I know he was there.”

Anubis tightened the grip on his sword's hilt. “I can speak to the prisoner as well.”

“That might be a good idea, Anubis. Maybe we should speak to him together. The both of us might be able to get something out of him,” the pharaoh grinned.

“I only ask one thing of you, my lord, as your faithful servant.”

“What would that be?”

Anubis grinned, fingering the hilt of his sword. “I get to punish him for that daughter of his.”

“Anubis, I believe that would be very appropriate.”

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Rayna tilted the cup of water and supported her former lover's head. “Drink this, love. Be careful. Sip. That's a good boy.”

Bakura sipped the water slowly, gasping for breath between drinking. He wanted nothing more than to guzzle the entire cup down in a breath, but he knew his stomach would go into shock with too much of anything in there.

Rayna put the cup down and helped Bakura sit up against the wall. “Here's some bread. Eat slowly. You don't want to get sick.”

Bakura took a large bite and moaned as he chewed. Rayna smiled as he ate and rubbed some medicinal herbs into his cuts and bruises. Bakura swallowed and closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of some food in his body. “Thank you for the water and the bread. You saved my life, Rayna.”

Rayna reached out and pet the man's bloodied, dirty white hair. His skin was just as filthy, caked with dirt, dried blood, sweat, and lice. Bakura's ribs were protruding from his skin. Some of his hair had fallen to the floor. Bakura's eyes appeared to be sunken into his skull.

She took a wet cloth and began to clean his face. “My poor Bakura. When was the last time you ate?”

Bakura took another bite of his food. He chewed with much effort and swallowed with difficulty. He sipped the water and swallowed. “I don't know. I haven't had food or drink for at least five suns. The food I have been getting are the rats and mice. You know you're hungry when you eat a rat alive. Lice aren't very filling, either.”

Rayna looked with pity at her starving, sickly-looking lover. “I'm so sorry, beloved.”

Bakura sighed and lowered his head. “Don't worry about me, Rayna. You focus on taking care of our little girl.”

Bakura finished the bread as Seth peeked his head into the room.

“Everything going okay in there?”

Rayna nodded. “He has to finish his water.”

Seth shut the door and Rayna cleaned off Bakura's neck and his chest.

“Rayna, why are you doing this?”

Rayna smiled at him. “Because you are a good father to our child. And….I still love you, Bakura Osiris. Yami can try, but he won't take that away from me.”

Bakura reached up and touched her cheek lightly. “I still love you, Rayna. You will always be my lover, the mother of my child.”

Rayna leaned over and kissed Bakura on the lips. She touched Bakura's cheek, caressing it with the back of her hand. The man's hands touched her shoulders and drifted down to her hips.

Rayna deepened the kiss, affectionately moaning into the kiss.

Her hands touched his bruised chest and drifted down his body.

Bakura turned his head to the side. “No, Rayna. You can't.”

Rayna looked down at his exposed arousal. “I have seen you naked before. Why does it trouble you?”

Bakura sighed. “You don't want to touch me there. I'm…dirty.”

The woman tilted Bakura's head towards her. “Then let me clean you.”

Rayna resumed their kiss as she took the cloth and began to glide it over Bakura's length. She giggled into the kiss as Bakura moaned.

She wrapped her hands around it and rubbed the cloth against the dirt.

Bakura spread his legs willingly as his hands began to tremble as they touched her.

“It's okay,” she whispered, breaking the kiss as quickly as she resumed it again.

The thief's right hand glided up her body and cupped her left breast in his hands. His thumb caressed the flesh and grazed across her nipple.

She moved the cloth lower, cleaning the base of Bakura's genitalia.

Bakura moaned into the kiss as he gently glided his thumb over her breast, touching it lovingly.

Rayna kissed down Bakura's clean neck and kissed his collarbone tenderly.

Bakura leaned his head against the stone, breathing in Rayna's sweet scent and savoring her gentleness.

The woman removed the cloth from Bakura and began touching him with her bare hands. The thief gasped and whimpered at the sudden contact with his lover.

Rayna looked up at Bakura and smiled. She caressed his cheek lightly again. “I've never stopped longing for you.”

“Seth takes care of you. He can provide a life for you that I never could, Rayna. You deserve these beautiful satin linens and a life of luxury. I couldn't have provided you and our child with that life.”

Rayna smiled down at him. “We would have followed you to the ends of the Earth, Bakura.”

Bakura shook his head. “That would have been dangerous. Seth can provide so much more.”

“I know, Bakura. We still love you, Aria and I. Your daughter loves you very much and she wants to see you free.”

Bakura smiled. “Someday, I will be free again.”

Rayna kissed the top of Bakura's forehead. “I hope for that day when you are away from this horrible place.”

The thief kissed Rayna's chest and down the breast cupped in his hand. He licked her nipple, making the woman moan softly.

She leaned her chest forward, enticing him to more contact.

Bakura pursed his lips around the nipple and began sucking on it gently. Rayna closed her eyes and pet Bakura's dirty hair. “That's it, baby. It's all for you, love,” Rayna whimpered as she felt Bakura touching her belly. Rayna straddled Bakura's hips as he touched her. She rubbed herself against Bakura's straining arousal.

Bakura moaned around her nipple as she began to touch him and rub herself against him. The skirt of her clothing felt good against his body. He reached between them and slipped his hands under her skirt. He let his finger touch her lovingly, stroking the crevice between her legs.

Rayna whimpered as she bucked against Bakura's hand. “Bakura….please. I can't fight it anymore.”

Bakura slipped a finger into her and gave the nipple a kiss. He raised his head and Rayna re-established their heavy kiss. The girl whimpered as her lover stroked her inside, petting her tenderly.

With his other hand he reached between them and began to touch himself. He moaned into his kiss with Rayna.

He slipped another finger inside of her and began to curl his fingers slightly as they moved inside of her.

Rayna bucked against the fingers, her body tensing and trembling as she tried to entice him for more contact.

Bakura kissed Rayna's jaw and kissed down her right breast. He flicked his tongue over her right nipple and let his tongue give one slow, pleasant lick.

“Please, Bakura…..I need you.”

Bakura smiled at her. “You will always have me, Rayna. I will always be yours.”

Rayna returned the smile and caressed his cheek. “Bakura, I need you inside me. Please.”

Bakura removed his fingers and let his arousal rub against her wetness. He took the right nipple into his mouth and teased her with his length. When she bucked against him, trying to pull him inside, he would move it away.

Rayna moaned. “Tease.”

Bakura kissed her nipple and grinned. “Some things never change.”

Bakura guided himself into her as she moaned. She lid down on his length, burying him deep inside her. Bakura trembled at the sudden warmth, feeling some pre-cum slip from him.

Bakura held her against him and whimpered. “Rayna….I love you.”

The woman smiled as she felt Bakura inside her, straining, needing release. “I love you, Bakura.”

Bakura kissed her deeply, rocking his hips against her, penetrating her deep as his arousal would allow. She rocked against him, driving herself down on his length.

She moaned into the kiss as Bakura ran his hands over her body. He rubbed her flat stomach with his hand.

“Can you feel me inside you, angel?”

Rayna nodded, kissing Bakura's ear softly. “I can. I have missed being with you.”

Bakura bucked his hips upwards, making her bounce on him. She went limp, hugging Bakura tightly as he collided with her.

Bakura thrust into her and tensed again, rewarding her with more pre-cum.

Rayna whimpered as she felt her body cover itself in sweat, her wetness increasing as her lover slammed deep into her.

“Oh gods, Itemri….don't stop. Give it all to me,” Rayna whimpered. She leaned towards Bakura's ear as he pressed into her deeply and whispered something in his ear.

Bakura held her against him and thrust into her faster, giving every thrust extra energy.

She whispered again in his ear and brought herself down on him harder with every penetration.

Bakura buried himself deep again and felt some fluid seep from him. His body began to tremble and his body was beginning to tighten.

Bakura kissed her and rolled her over. He laid her on the ground as she smiled up at him.

Bakura thrust inside of her as she wrapped her legs around him.

“Bakura….deeper…make me feel it deep inside me.”

Bakura kissed her and slammed into her quickly, pounding into her body with great energy. Rayna whimpered as she felt something inside her. Bakura's hand cupped her breast again as he buried his length inside her.

Bakura moaned at her whimpers of pleasure. He thought of what she had whispered in his ear and his hand dropped to her stomach, caressing the belly which had carried their baby…and one which would carry another.

Rayna threw her head back. “Bakura…..I can't hold on!”

Rayna arched her back forward, thrusting up hard against him. Bakura felt her release as he buried himself deeply in her.

“That's it, beautiful….let it all go for me.”

Rayna tensed one final time and fell against the stone. She smiled up at Bakura, panting heavily. “Now it's your turn, Bakura,” she caressed his cheek as he started thrusting into her again. “It's time. Come for me, baby.”

Bakura leaned down to her and whispered in her ear. “I love you…my beloved.”

The thief thrust deep into her and trembled as he released. He kept penetrating her hard and deep.

Rayna whimpered as she felt her lover's release leak into her. She pulled him tightly against her, pulling him in deep.

Bakura collapsed on her as a final rocking of his hips released the last bit of fluid from him.

Rayna kissed Bakura's ear as she felt him deep inside of her. “That's my angel, Bakura.”

Bakura remained buried inside of her, enjoying the feel of her inside and out.

His body quaked as he held her tightly. “I love you so much, Rayna! I love you.” He kissed her ear, cheek, and lips.

Bakura heard voices outside the door, but he was too busy enjoying petting his lover.

Rayna returned his deep kiss with a moan. Bakura's hand continued to touch her belly. He kissed her neck and down to her left breast, giving it one final kiss.

“BLASPHEMY!” an angry voice growled from the door.

Bakura turned his head to find Anubis reaching for his hair. Anubis grabbed his hair and pulled him off and out of Rayna. He threw him to the ground and kicked Bakura's ribs.

“How dare you!” Yami snarled at her. “Mating with a prisoner!”

Seth stood in the doorway and approached Yami. “My pharaoh--.”

“Seth, don't speak! I am appalled that you would allow this mating abomination to happen!”

“I knew she still had feelings for Bakura, but I didn't expect her to do this.”

Anubis kicked Bakura again in the ribs, making the man cry out in pain. “You dog! I will teach you to put a hand on a member of the Royal Family!”

“Anubis, halt!” Seth demanded. “Don't lay a hand on him!”

Anubis gripped Bakura's hair and yanked his head back. “This dog was planting a seed in your wife's belly and you care nothing?!”

Yami glared down at Rayna. “What do you have to say about all this?”

Rayna swallowed hard as she saw the wild ferocity in Yami's eyes. “My lord, I still love Bakura. I was tending to his wounds.”

Yami grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet. “So you broke your wedded vows to tend to his wounds and to lay with him?”

Seth stepped between Yami and Rayna. “Please, sir, let her go.”

Yami glared at his High Priest. “Since Bakura has wronged you, you shall name your punishment for him.”

Seth looked down at the bruised, bloody form of Bakura. “I shall not punish him.”

Yami narrowed his eyes at Seth. “If you won't, Anubis and I shall. Prisoners, most of all lowly street rats, are not to place their hands or any other parts of their body near someone of our social class.”

“You don't like Rayna, sir. You claimed she was no better than Bakura. So why is she suddenly part of our social group?”

“Because she has bore you Royal Children. Anything that comes from Bakura's body is nothing more than fodder for my dogs.” Yami grinned at Rayna. “You shall be punished for betraying your Master and for laying with this…..filth!”

“Leave her alone!” Bakura barked. “It was me! Punish me! Don't make her pay!”

Yami released Rayna and walked over to Bakura. He pulled the thief to his feet by his hair. “I hardly think you can negotiate at a time like this. You have touched a lady who is not your property anymore! You have defiled her!”

Seth put his arm around Rayna. “I will handle this in my own way, my king.”

“So will I, Seth,” Yami said, spitting on the thief's face. “Rayna will be in my chambers tomorrow night. Bakura will be there, too. You and Rayna leave. Now.”

Rayna looked at Bakura sadly. “I'm sorry, Bakura.”

Bakura shook his head. “Don't be sorry. I'm certainly not.”

Seth lead Rayna out of the cell. “Rayna, you and Bakura are in a lot of danger now. What made you--?”

“I love him, Seth. I saw him so hurt, so broken. I wanted to help him.” A tear slid down Rayna's face. “I still love him, Seth. I wanted to be with him again. I love you both….and it's so hard to choose.”

“Yami will punish the both of you severely, Rayna.”

Rayna nodded. “I know. But, I would have suffered worse than that to heal Bakura of his wounds and give him food and drink.”

Seth lead Rayna from the dungeon. “I won't be able to protect you, Rayna.”

“I know, Seth. Bakura will always have a special place in my heart. He was my protector and he fathered our child. He loves me. You love me, too, right?”

Seth looked into her sparkling eyes and nodded. “You know I do, Rayna.”

“I can only imagine what horrors they are doing to Bakura in that cell.”

Seth shook his head. “Horrors are Anubis' and Yami's specialty.”

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Yami glared at the prisoner, gripping his hair tightly. “What makes you think you can touch a woman of her social status?”

Bakura narrowed his eyes at the pharaoh. “She was mine before she was Seth's. Her heart still belongs to me, no matter who may touch her.”

The pharaoh threw the prisoner into the wall. Bakura fell to the ground, gripping his shoulder. “You are a dog, Bakura Itemri. You have no business touching her anymore.”

“You have no business being in power anymore, either.”

Anubis' boot connected with Bakura's face, sending the prisoner falling over onto the floor. “You show respect, you dog!”

The General's boot connected with Bakura's ribs, making the victim yelp.

Yami smiled with satisfaction at the emaciated figure whimpering, holding his bruised ribs. “Maybe this dog needs to learn a lesson, Anubis.”

Anubis nodded, his body trembling with fury at the injured prisoner. “I agree, your lordship.”

Yami stood in front of Bakura and kneeled in front of him. He pulled Bakura's head up by his hair as Anubis stepped behind Bakura. The pharaoh grinned at Bakura. “You have let somebody else touch you beside me. You remember how angry that made me when I found out that you and Marik Ishtar were….intimate?”

Bakura clenched his fists angrily. “How dare you desecrate his memory by speaking his name!”

Yami gripped the thief's hair harder and leaned closer to him. “Anubis and I are going to teach you a lesson, Bakura. It is a lesson that you have yet to learn and accept. If you don't accept it willingly, we will make you accept it by force.”

Bakura swallowed hard as he heard the rustling of clothing behind him. He tried to turn his head, but Yami kept his grip on his hair, preventing him from moving his head. He felt a hand touch his left hip gently.

Yami looked into the prisoner's eyes. “I own you, Bakura. You belong to me. You are my property, for me to what I wish. Bakura, you…..are….nothing.”

Bakura felt the hand move to his left buttock.

“You deserve harsh treatment for what you have done, Bakura. What Anubis and I do to you tonight, will not compare to the torture you will feel tomorrow night.”

Bakura swallowed hard as he felt something touch his entrance behind him. The pharaoh smiled at him, noting his sudden anxiety.

“What's the matter, Bakura? All of a sudden you are quiet. Why is that?” the pharaoh grinned.

Bakura tried to move his buttocks away from the object, but he felt a hard, strict smack. His yelp and the force of the blow echoed through the dungeon cell.

“Don't hurt Rayna,” Bakura grunted. “Punish me, not her.”

Yami grinned. “She must be punished, also, Itemri. She is guilty, too. I wouldn't worry about her at the moment. You are in much more jeopardy than she is at the moment.”

Bakura heard Anubis grunting behind him and he started to tremble. He knew what was coming. Yami kept a hold on his hair as he removed his cloak and robe. “Guard!”

The guard entered the room and saw Anubis stroking himself behind Bakura and the nude pharaoh holding the prisoner's hair in one hand. “Take these clothes so they do not get infested with the vermin. We already have one insect to crush.” The guard took the clothing and stood outside the room.

Yami grinned as he kneeled again in front of the prisoner. “Do it.”

Bakura tried pulling back from Yami, but Anubis slapped Bakura's left buttock with such force that Bakura's quick scream could be heard in the palace courtyard. Yami thrust his manhood into Bakura's open mouth.

The pharaoh kept his grip hard on Bakura's hair, guiding the prisoner's motions.

Anubis laughed as he heard Bakura gagging. “I thought you liked sex with the Royalty, Bakura. What's the matter? Too much for you?”

Bakura's fingernails dug into his palms, making them bleed. His reluctance to pleasure the pharaoh earned him a hard punch on his spine. The thief breathed through his nose quickly as pain spread through his back, palms, and scalp.

Yami grinned down at his helpless victim and noticed him gasping for breath. “I don't think your heart is really into this, thief. Anubis, give our little toy here some….encouragement.”

“With pleasure, my pharaoh.”

Bakura's eyes opened wide as he felt Anubis enter him. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt blood trickling down the back of his legs. It burned. It set his entire body tearing, ripping apart.

Yami grinned as he felt his victim tremble and heard him scream around him. “I think he needs more, Anubis.” He saw the prisoner breath heavily. “He hasn't learned his lesson about touching Noble Blood yet.”

Anubis moved within Bakura, gripping the thief's hips with a crushing force. The heavy General's belly crashed against Bakura, making the thief deep-throat the pharaoh.

Yami felt Bakura's breath brush against him as he struggled for air. “It seems like he's having a hard time breathing, Anubis.”

“It's good for him, my pharaoh. Maybe he will learn never to touch anyone above his class again. We can do this until he dies from suffocation. It doesn't matter to me.”

Bakura gagged as he felt Yami's length harden substantially. He tried pulling back, but Anubis' thrusts kept him pinned against Yami's arousal. As he tried to escape, Anubis' thrusts slammed into his prostate. The thief whimpered around the pharaoh, helpless to fight against the two captors. His body ached from being kicked and punched. He was still weak from lack of sufficient food and drink. His body was tired.

Bakura flinched as Anubis wrapped his hand around his arousal and began stroking it. A knot formed in his gut as he struggled not to give in to the sensations swirling inside of him.

The pharaoh thrust his length in time with Anubis' motions. “Bakura….oh gods, yes. Anubis, don't stop him.”

Anubis picked up his pace as his body slammed into Bakura harder. The tiny trickle of blood had now become steady and was pooling on the floor beneath him. Anubis' grip constricted around Bakura's arousal as the other hand squeezed Bakura's hip tightly.

Bakura wondered what was keeping that bone from breaking. He was also wondering if Anubis had the intention of snapping off his manhood with the force of his grip.

“You will not touch her again, Itemri!” Anubis bellowed as the grip on Bakura's length released.

Bakura felt Anubis slam his fist against his lower back, making his knees begin to falter.

“Hold your position, you dog!” Anubis growled as he held both of Bakura's hips again forcefully.

The thief struggled to stay on his knees as his body was quickly weakening.

Yami gripped hard onto Bakura's hair and held the thief motionless. Yami released hard into Bakura's throat. The victim gagged and coughed.

“Swallow it. All of it.”

Yami held Bakura's head still until the thief was forced to ingest the bitter fluid. He removed himself from Bakura as Anubis hastened his pace.

Bakura's torso collapsed on the floor as Anubis pounded furiously into him, forcing out more blood and stinging him.

Bakura gasped for breath and coughed as his body was shaking.

Yami grabbed Bakura's hair and pulled him up. “This is nothing compared to what she will get tomorrow, thief!”

“No…”

Yami grinned. “Oh, yes, my little toy.”

Anubis moaned as he released hard into Bakura. Bakura released hard and collapsed onto the ground, quivering.

The General removed himself from Bakura and stood up. “That's all you're good for, Bakura.”

Yami's smile was quickly replaced with a sneer. “Anubis. I can't see his face.”

Anubis kicked Bakura's back as the prisoner cried out. Anubis' boots kicked Bakura's aching ribs, making the thief turn over on his side. Anubis nudged Bakura onto his back with his boot.

Yami kneeled beside Bakura and grabbed the thief's hair. He lifted the thief's head and glared into his eyes. The weak, bloody, beaten, and half-starved victim watched the pharaoh through half-closed eyes.

“You belong to me. Nobody else. You are here to be used how I wish. You are nothing, Bakura. You are a toy for my personal amusement. How dare you let someone else touch you!” Yami punched Bakura in the left ear hard. “You belong to me! Say it!”

Bakura opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“SAY IT!” Yami growled again, hitting Bakura harder in the left ear.

“I…..belong…….”

Yami glared at him. “Say it or I will continue beating you until you do!”

Bakura coughed as blood crept from the corner of his mouth. “I…..belong……to……”

Yami punched Bakura harder again and heard a crack. He gripped Bakura's hair tightly and put a hand on his throat.

“Say it!”

“You,” Bakura whispered silently.

The thief's eyes closed and he lost consciousness.

 

**********Dream Sequence**********

 

Bakura opened his eyes and saw the Nile in front of him. Long reeds lined the riverbank and waved in the warm, gentle breeze.

He closed his eyes and smiled as the wind blew through his white hair. In the reeds, he saw a little boy of six sleeping peacefully. His body and hair were dirty. Bakura rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “That's me.”

He looked up and heard footsteps approaching. He ducked behind a bush and saw a six year old Noble boy walking towards the sleeping child.

The Noble child was dressed in fine white linen. Gold jewelry adorned his arms, ears, and neck. His purple eyes sparkled as he walked towards the boy.

Bakura felt his heart sink. “Little Boy Marik….”

The Noble child stopped when he saw the sleeping boy in the reeds. If it wasn't for the child's periodic breathing, he would have thought the child was dead.

Bakura smiled, watching the Noble boy creep close to the other boy. “Marik scared the shit out of me that day. That was the day after the pharaoh massacred my home.”

“I remember that day well, Itemri. I didn't mean to frighten you.”

Bakura turned and saw Marik standing behind him, smiling. “Ishtar?”

“Hello, Bakura.”

Bakura wrapped his arms around Marik's waist and fought back tears. “Ishtar….I never thought I would see you again.”

Marik pet Bakura's hair. “Nonsense. You will see me again.”

Bakura turned as he saw the sleeping boy scream at the unexpected company of the Noble boy. “You scared the hell out of me that day, Ishtar.”

“I thought you were dead. What was I supposed to think? You were laying on the riverbank, your body looking injured and you were sleeping.”

Bakura stood up and looked Marik in the eye. “I miss you so much.” Bakura reached out and caressed Marik's cheek.

Marik kissed Bakura's hand. “Bakura….why?”

“Why? Why do I miss you?”

Marik shook his head. “You could have fled. You could have ridden away from me instead of turning around. Once I had fallen from my horse, you had the opportunity to flee.”

Bakura sniffled. “I couldn't just leave you.”

“I was already dead, Bakura. I was going to die. You would have been safe if you had just left me.”

Bakura looked down. “I don't know why I stopped and turned back for you. I knew you had no chance if Anubis caught you.”

Marik covered Bakura's hand with his own. “Bakura, you should not have come back for me. I was not worth this.”

Bakura looked into Marik's purple eyes. “You're wrong. I didn't care what would happen. I…I love you, Marik. I couldn't have just left you to die in the desert sands….alone.”

“That is where I was meant to die, Bakura. My wife was murdered in the desert, her belly slashed. I died in the desert, stabbed in the back by an arrow. Now, I only wonder what fate my son, Aten, will face when his death comes.”

Bakura stepped close to Marik and kissed his cheek. “Marik, take me with you.”

“Bakura, I cannot do that.”

Bakura hugged Marik tightly. “Please, Ishtar, I'm begging you! I cannot suffer Yami's cruelty anymore.”

Marik kissed Bakura's cheek. “You must suffer more, Bakura. This is not your time.”

Bakura fell to his knees in front of Marik and bowed his head. He closed his eyes. “Please…..end this.”

No response came from Marik.

“Ishtar?”

Bakura was standing in the middle of a long hallway. Many doors lined each side of the hall. Paintings and expensive antiques decorated the walls. Priceless paintings lined the walls while large pots and urns sat on wooden tables.

“Hello? Anyone here?” Bakura called. “Marik?! Are you here?”

Bakura opened a door and saw a bedroom that was lavishly decorated. The sheets were red satin and the room smelled of lemon and lavender.

He saw nobody inside so he walked to the next door. He opened it up and stepped inside a large room. The room's walls were made of glass. A large wooden desk stood in the middle of the room with three black chairs in front of it.

“Anyone here?”

Bakura walked towards the window and looked down. His eyes widened at the tallness of the building. It seemed as if the clouds were hovering by the windows.

He stepped back, startled at this strange environment.

On the wall was hung a picture of a person who looked like the High Priest, but dressed in strange blue garment with something around his neck.

“Seth must be here! The High Priest will know where I am!”

Bakura ran out of the room and heard gentle moaning coming from the room across the hall. He put his ear to the door and heard quiet talking.

He looked into the keyhole and saw a person who appeared to be the High Priest. This person was laying in a bed with someone who looked just like him. The teen's white, smooth hair was spread over a pillow.

“What are you going to do, Ry?” the “Priest” asked the teen.

“I don't know. I feel bad for him. He's so angry all the time,” the boy said as he cuddled close to the one who appeared to be the High Priest. “I just wish I could get him to talk to me without beating me. I love him, Seto. It's hard to love someone who hates you completely.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes as he watched this “Seto” caress the teen's cheek.

“Ry, I don't want to see him hurt you. You are a wonderful, caring person who deserves better than what Bakura offers you.”

Seto caressed Ry's cheek. “You are sweet and loving. It pains me to see you treated so horribly. But no matter what happens, Ry, I will always be here for you. You can always count on me to be by your side.”

The teen with chocolate brown eyes swallowed hard as Seto leaned down near his lips.

“I love you, Ryou Thomas Bakura, my angel…my beautiful angel.”

Seto leaned down and kissed the teen. Ryou's arm lifted as he began to caress Seto's hair. He moaned into the kiss as his hand crept down Ryou's side and began to rub Ryou's bare leg.

Bakura felt the blood boiling in his veins. He clenched his teeth angrily. First the High Priest takes his lover, now he takes this boy for whom he felt possessive for no conscious reason.

Seto kissed the teen's neck, making him whimper and moan. The teen closed his eyes, allowing Seto to tenderly kiss and fondle him.

Ryou moaned as Seto's hand drifted and massaged between the teen's legs.

“I can't take it!” Bakura growled as he burst through the door. “HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM THIS INSTANT!”

Seto jumped out of bed. “Bakura! What are you doing here?”

“I've come for what's mine!”

Seto stood in front of Bakura. “I won't let you hurt Ryou!”

Bakura backhanded Seto, sending him flying across the room. The naked teen in the bed quivered in fear. “Bakura! I'm sorry!”

Bakura leaped onto the bed and straddled Ryou. He pinned Ryou to the bed by his wrists and glared down at him. “You belong to me. Nobody else. You are here to be used how I wish. You are nothing, Ryou. You are a toy for my personal amusement. How dare you let someone else touch you!” Bakura slapped the teen across the cheek, making the teen cry.

“I'm sorry, Bakura! Please! Don't!”

“You are my pet! You do as you are told or I will beat you until I feel that you have learned your lesson! You will let only me fuck you!”

Bakura tugged at his jeans…..

*******End Dream*******

Bakura opened his eyes quickly and sat up, startled. His body was covered in a veil of sweat. His side burned from Anubis' boot.

The first rays of dawn were creeping into the dungeon cell.

Bakura saw the blood from the day before crusted on the stone floor. His body felt as if it were set ablaze.

He looked outside the cell at the morning sky. “Ra, please give me strength for today.”