Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Under The Sun; Book 1: A Slaves Tale ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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This is an AU, alternate universe story, and I have no connection to the writers or creators of Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor do I profit from the creation of this Fan Fiction. Abuse both mental and physical are mentioned and will later be detailed. Sexual contact of both consensual and non-consensual, hetro and homosexual will be apart of this story so if these things offend you I surgiest you don't proceed in reading the actual story. And lastly reviews are very welcome along with any constructive criticisms you may have of what has been written.

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Aghony

A Slaves Tale

Part Four

 

Sand moved shifting under the breeze, Ra beat down on me as I stared across the dude from were I stood, shadowed by the oasis, the small pond with its singing birds that moved in repetitive sweeps from tree to tree. I was alone in this place though music moved around me soft and caressing. I stared across the dudes and began to move not sure why or to where, my feet carrying me at an order I hadn't made.

Mayhap my master called though my ears had not heard. I walked for what felt like days, the dudes seeming to go forever before the sounds hit my ears that chilling voice demanding obedience. Moving faster, I blinked at the vision of riders that were covered from head to toe protected from the sky god as others stood before another oasis.

A small cabin by a tree, a small lake and those dancing birds that swooped and sung as if the air between the two groups wasn't high strung and full of malcontent.

“Return my brother to me!” Masters voice came and I blinked against the glare, something was going to happen here and it was going to hurt and bleed and fester. Something I had to change, rearrange to stop the pain that would come because of this decision.

“You must submit!” that chilling voice I remembered now, from the whips memory, Akefia's voice full of dark desire and cold as the stone that made the giant pyramids. “Tell me thief what I must submit to?” Atemu's voice came as a vision flickered and I gasped as pain drove me to the sandy ground.

The whip hung larger than life from the thief kings hand as he spoke words that would condemn him, “You must submit to the punishment my brother received.” And guards moved restlessly as if the blasphemy of the demand would bring down the gods. This I could not see, I didn't wish to bare witness.

And as the whip struck that glorious, pale flesh, as skin pealed away and the Pharaohs screams echoed his voice came like a balm of ice, cool and sweet, “Seto…Seto you must wake up now my pet,”

“Seto, pet wake up,” the Pharaoh said shaking me lightly before I jolted up with a strangled gasped, my gaze dancing wildly from the Pharaoh to the guards who laughed at my wild look.

“Must have had a night terror,” Ish said as he moved up beside my master and I glanced up before my gaze once again darted away, once again moving over the dunes. I knew the way but did I wish to take my master to that fate? Was I supposed to stop it? Take his pain one to myself? Why had I been shown this?

“What is it Seto? What did you see?” Atemu asked and I murmured “I know the way,” not looking at anyone, my eyes on that spot in the distance, knowing at that was the way we had to go.

“Lead us,” he ordered and I suppressed a whimper, Master was going to bleed and hurt and cry out in agony.

--

The oasis was as it had been in my dream, the trees and shadows, the birds singing as they few in their happy little dance. The small cabin behind the furthest tree and the thieves waiting though here they lounged looking up in surprise as we came down the dune. Obviously not expecting us so soon.

“Thank you Seto,” Atemu murmured taking the lead as I whispered to myself don't thank me my Pharaoh, not for this.

“Where is Akefia?” Atemu demanded and a tall figure stood whitish hair peeking out of his hood, “My pharaoh,” the man mocked dipping into a bow as my gaze locked onto the weapon at his side.

The whip.

“Where is my brother? I demand you return Yugi at once!” Atemu said his voice demanding obedience and the horse under me moved, responding to my tension, my fear. “Au-au-arr, no, no no my Pharaoh, first you must submit,” the thief said and I swallowed my hands shaking in fear.

“What must I submit to for the return of my brother?” Atemu asked and I knew he'd let them do it, he didn't know the pain, the agony of having your skin stripped from the bone.

“You must submit to the punishment you gave to my brother!” Akefia said and I whimpered, “You will know his pain!”

“And you will return my brother?” Atemu asked calmly, as if they were talking of what to do for the afternoon, what they would eat for supper and what entrainment they wished to watch. “Yes, I'll return little Yugi before the first blow is struck,” the thief said and Atemu nodded as he slid from his horse, handing the rains to Ish and I followed my master. Sliding from my stead though I held my own rains, I'd be in no condition to ride alone when this was done for my Pharaoh would not feel the sting of that whip, ever.

“Very well, where do you wish me to stand?” the Pharaoh asked and Akefia laugh maniacally, “Boys, show the Pharaoh where to stand,” he said laughing and two hulking men moved up and taking Atemus' wrists secured him to the tree. A small metallic link had been secured and the guards and I hadn't seen it but I was sort of glade they had a spot secured.

It would prove useful later.

“Release the boy,” Akefia said and the door to the cabin opened, two men stepping out with Yugi between them, the Prince looking un-surprisingly untouched.

As soon as Yugi was at our side, I handed him the rains to my horse and he blinked confused eyes at me as the Thief King moved into place, and as he moved his arm back, preparing for the first swing I darted over to Atemu. Using my larger body to protect his as the whip bit down and I grunted at the pain, pressing closer to Atemus' familiar warmth and the Thief King made a sound of disapproval.

“Stupid boy!” Akefia snapped, “You'll fall soon enough, then I'll do the Pharaoh!” he snarled and I curved my fingers into the link baring down when the whip once again bit into my back. It held and Atemu whispered, his voice breathless with worry, “Seto what in all the levels of the underworld do you think you are doing?”

I opened my mouth to answer and screamed when the whip struck an unscarred patch of skin, just above my buttocks, blood oozing down my legs as they trembled and in a hoarse whisper told him, “You are not to be touched by this whip.” Grunting when the whip bit into me again, this time one of my ribs cracking under the pressure, “You are not to know its pain.”

“Seto,” he whispered turning his head to show me tear filled eyes and I smiled, though pain radiated through me; my smile changed to a surprised O when the whip hit that unscarred patch again.

“Seto stop this foolishness!” he snapped when I screamed again a few moments later and as Akefia prepared for the next strike I murmured, “You will never know its bite,” my voice weak with the pain.

“Pet, let go, that is an order!” Atemu shouted at me and I shook my head, “No.”

No, he would not know this agony.

He would not bare the scars of this weapon.

I would be his whipping boy and take this, for what is one more scar when I have thousands already?

Time moved swiftly and soon I hung my grip stubborn around the metal brace, my body all but limp and the Thief King stoped and dully I heard whispers from those around us as the sand moved and sung beneath his footsteps.

Atemu, having given up on telling me to move, just hung from the bands on his wrists, his head pressed into the tree, I knew his tears had spilled over, and made treks on his face as the blood did my legs and back.

“Boy, release the brace,” Akefia demanded and I shook my head, my throat raw from the beating as I spoke, “Won't let you hurt Pharaoh.” He chuckled sliding his hand between the Pharaoh and the tree, his fingers collecting the tears before he pulled his hand away and I watched as he studied the water.

“By hurting you, boy, I have hurt him more than I could ever dream,” he said wiping those tear wet fingers over my chapped lips, “Release the brace and you're free to go, I'll even give little Yugi the whip,” he said his voice teasing.

“I'm not moving till your hands are empty,” I managed and he tipped his head back and laughed “I like you kid, you have spunk.” He said before he tossed the whip away, and Yugi's voice came uncertain in it deliverance, “I have it Seto, let go.”

I didn't want to, but I did and collapsed to the sand my legs too weak to hold me up as Akefia untied Atemu then knelt by me as my Pharaoh turned rubbing his reddened wrists and rushed to my side gasping at the sight of me.

“You look much like the High Priest boy,” the Thief King said and I stared at him knowing my eyes had gone a lifeless blue, dull and unforgettable. Ebio had told me once, not long ago that I had the most unforgettable eyes she had ever seen when they held pain. Unforgettable when they had gone dull and I had retreated away into my mind, into a place where no one could hurt me and I was just a shell to be used and abused.

“Seto, can you hear me?” Atemu murmured and I blinked and nodded, I could hear just fine, “Ish is going to help you up onto my horse now alright?” he asked and I nodded what ever my Pharaoh wanted.

“Good, Ish,” he called as Akefia continued to stare at me then, his eyes still locked with mine said, “Pharaoh take care of your boy here, he'll die for you.”

--

I woke to shouts and a burning pain that throbbed and moved. The pain made me want to dive head first back into the black abyss I had fallen into when Atemu had held me close and I had let the pain take me, knowing that now, as we rod away, we were safe, Yugi was fine and by our side.

“What have you done to him?” Seth demanded by the bed I lay on, it felt like the Pharaohs but I could be very wrong.

“You promised me you'd protect him!” he shouted and someone sighed before a hand brushed over my head in a light caress.

“Akefia wished to punish me as I supposedly had his brother,” Atemu started and Seth cut in his voice hot “And you let Seto be your whipping boy didn't you? That's why you took him with you isn't it!”

“Seth ask any of the guards we took, ask Yugi or your brother himself! I was already tied to the tree when he stepped in! Your brother was beaten and all you wish to do is place blame for his pain when he has proven how strong he is!” Atemu said and Seth yelled, “He wouldn't have been there for him to make this decision had you not complied to his foolish desires!”

“What do you want me to do? Leave him behind and left in a place where anyone could take advantage of him? Make him feel unwanted?” Atemu demanded and Seth yelled, “I want you to release him! I want my brother free to live his life as he choses!”

“Fine! He can have his freedom!” Atemu shouted from his place at my side and I scrambled up, fear plain on my face, tears in my eyes as I whisper, “But you promised! You said I could stay!” as they both stared at me. I ignored the pain in my back and thighs, I shoved it back and crawled into Atemu lap, curling my arms around his neck, my face pressed into his throat.

“I'm sorry I disobeyed, I wont do it again! I promise! Just please, please don't release me, don't free me!” I sobbed into the shocked silence then I was being held, his arms careful of my wounds, rocking me as he whispered.

“Its alright Seto, shh, you're not going anywhere, shh,” he said as Seth stared at us, at me as blood oozed from my reopened wounds and I cried and clung to my Pharaoh. “Seto, why do you want to…do you seriously want to be a slave? A pet to be bartered and sold?” Seth asked and I turned my head just enough to look at him, my eyes begging him to understand as Atemu rocked me.

“I don't know how to live as a free man Seth, I would die,” I whispered as more tears spilled from my eyes, part from pain, part from fear that Atemu would release me to keep my brother happy. To stop the fights between them, to restore the peace.

“I wouldn't be able to stay here with you and Atemu and Prince Yugi and Jono. What would I do Seth? I have no real skills and…and I need to be told what I can and cannot do, what I can and cannot say,” I chocked out.

“I have been trained, Seth, do you understand! I was broken and reshaped! I am what I am and what I am is a slave!” I shouted hysterically.

“I don't wanna go, don't make me,” I sobbed turning my head back into the crook of the Pharaohs throat, and as I held onto Atemu I realised I had called him by his real name, not Pharaoh or Master. Oh gods that could get me into so much trouble, but I was upset and afraid and it had just slipped out!

“Hush, Seto, don't worry, I won't make you go anywhere, you can stay here, shh,” Atemu whispered as he stared at Seth, I knew they were staring at each other, eyes to eye, neither willing to give in. Neither willing to drop the contact and Seth sighed and nodded. Atemu had won, this I knew by the way his hands tightened around me possessive, and I knew I too had won, I too had gotten my way.

I would stay with my Pharaoh and my big brother and everything would be all right, those thoughts the last ones before I allowed the darkness to take me again. The calming black taking away the pain and fear and uncertainty that had filled my life since I had come to live at the palace.

--

Isis was unhappy with the wounds that had been inflicted on my back and had given both Atemu and my brother a lecture on getting me worked up and moving, if I moved too much and reopened the wounds again they would scar badly. She healed what she could and left though Mahado stayed his eyes watching her retreating figure.

“I must commend you boy, you protected our Pharaoh well,” he said looking down at me and Seth gave him a dirty look as I stared at him before opening my mouth, then closing it and looking away.

No, don't speak, boy, don't breathe a word, a voice inside my head whispered.

Look me in the eye and I'll hurt you, I'll hurt you till you beg me to kill you, but I wont, I wont, don't look me in the eye, that cruel voice echoed and I shivered before Atemu said, “Seto speak freely.”

Frowning I spoke still not looking at anyone, falling back on my early training, “I do not want people to believe that I am just something pretty to be looked at and ignored. I want to protect my Master.”

“You called me Atemu last night Seto, why the sudden change?” Atemu asked and I trembled as fear flooded me, call me master, that's a boy never say my real name, you don't have the right. Do and you'll pray for a death that will never come, you understand boy, the tormenting voice said and I swallowed before answering.

“I…” I started before pressing my head into the mattress and whimpering, “I made a mistake, I'm sorry Master, it…it won't happen again,” I said and shocked silence filled the room.

“Gods, Seto what happened to you? You were fine before you left…” Seth said his voice filled with horror as it dawned on him and I closed myself away, drawing back into my shell, my magic once again a shield instead of a living thing that reached out. That sucked things in. “You were fine before you were whipped,” my brother said dully, sinking down onto the edge of the bed as if his legs had become weak.

“What happened while you were being whipped Seto? What were you thinking about?” Mahado asked as he knelt before the Pharaohs bed and I glanced at his chest, never raising my gaze further than his chin.

“I went away,” I whispered, “It didn't hurt when I went away.”

“Away to where?” Atemu demanded and I mumbled, “Just away, not to anywhere, just away.”

“And coming back brought back all this…this crap?” Seth asked and I blinked, had what master taught me been crap? Mayhap but it had kept me alive and breathing. A little dinted sure but alive.

“I do not understand, my lord High Priest,” I whispered and he made a pained sound, before grabbing my chin and jerking until I gasped slightly and met his gaze. Mine filled with physical pain his emotional and I knew both looks were close to identical.

“My name is Seth and by Set you will call me it!” he raged and I withdrew, sliding away, my first master hurt me when he yelled, he hurt me bad and I didn't want to hurt any more.

As if noticing my withdrawal Atemu petted my head, leaning down to press his face into my hair, his hand stroking my neck in a soothing motion. “Hush, pet, shh, he didn't mean to scare you, you know that, don't hide,” he murmured and I withdrew a little more, I wanted to hide from the pain. Why wouldn't Master let me?

“No, Seto no pet,” he said gently easing my head around to face his, and I met his amazing near crimson gaze before dropping mine. Those evil words whispering sweetly, Look me in the eye and I'll hurt you, I'll hurt you till you beg me to kill you, but I wont, I wont, don't look me in the eye.

“Don't hide away, we're not going to hurt you love,” Atemu said caressing my cheek as he spoke, “Look me in the eyes. I want to see those beautiful blue orbs.” And I did as bid though the probability of punishment was high. Very fucking high.

“That's it, good boy,” he whispered as if I was a scared and skittish animal, “Yeah, no hiding, now, Seth is going to talk to you, no do not withdraw. You will listen and he will speak calmly. No one will hurt you pet, trust me,” he murmured. He released my chin and turned my head back to my brother.

Seth looked at me with agonised eyes and as he knelt and cupped my cheek, caressing my skin he whispered, “Its alright little brother. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spook you,” he said as he pressed his forehead to mine. Memories, distant and burry pushed to the forefront. Memories of us huddled in our small hut as mother lay with another man to feed us.

Seths head pressed to mine as he calmed me down when I got worked up for one reason or another. Of nights curled in his arms, held safe and tight.

Trembling my hand came up and then stoped, laying flat on the bedding between us, so close and I wanted to touch his check as I used to, just to feel him and know he was there. Sensing my need he lifted my hand, passive and waiting for him to place it were he would. My whole body relaxed and waiting.

Waiting to be told what I could and could not do. Master wanted me to calm down and relax I would, Seth wanted my hand against his cheek it would stay there.

“There, its me little brother, Seth, shh, I'm here,” he whispered as tears filled my eyes, a month in, and though I had known he was there. Had known intellectually that we were together again my heart. My soul hadn't made the connection and now with this simple gesture I knew I had found home.

Wary, so wary I drifted off staring into his eyes, and only as sleep swallowed me did I drop my eyelids. Only then did I let myself look away.

--

“Seto, how are you feeling?” Atemu asked after my session with Isis three days later, “Fine Master,” I murmured glancing his way, watching as he dressed for another meeting with the counsel. I was a bit sad he had to go, okay I was really sad, I didn't want his to go, he made me feel safe, as strange as that was when if he chose to he could hurt me. Kill me. Take me…Release me.

And only one of those things I would welcome, but strangely I had this feeling that until he felt I wanted it and he was ready for it would he do so.

“Seto,” he sighed turning to look at me with his kohl-rimmed eyes narrowed in suspicion, “Fine, then you come with me, I'm sure the counsel will thank you for your protection of me,” he said and I nodded slowly.

“Hurry,” he said as I slid off the bed, though I was mostly healed I ached and my back muscles were scaring rather stiffly. Putting on the best kilt I had and the jewellery I only wore outside the room, inside the only thing that stayed on was my collar and as I clipped the upper arm pieces on I sat before Atemu.

Normally it is the pet or slaves job to ready the Pharaoh or their master, Atemu refused the help and knew I couldn't do make-up myself, I'd tried once and it hadn't gone well so now he did it for me.

It made us both happy, a small shared comfort and it also got done swiftly.

“There, all done, come,” he said and I stood following rather glad that unlike other masters, Atemu didn't make me wear a leash, he said it was a hight thing, he didn't want me to stoop or be chocked so he refused to use it.

We met up with Seth and Jono, who after the Princes capture had become my brothers shadow, his eyes ever watchful, Mahado and Mana with them.

“Yay! Seto!” She chirped skipping over to me, pecking the Pharaoh as his wife swished over.

“My Pharaoh,” she murmured bowing, “Seth, Mahado,” she said inclining her head to them and smiling as she hugged Mana and gave me a dirty look. She really hated me, which always made me nervous, for the queen to dislike you could bring death.

“Teana,” Atemu acknowledged, “You will be joining us at the meeting?” he asked and I swallowed, hoping she would decline.

“Yes my Pharaoh, your uncle requested everyone's present,”

--

“My Pharaoh,” Father said, “Counsel members,” he continued as he got the enter rooms attention, “We have an invader in our midst, some of our most prized treasures have been thieved!” he announced. With a sinking feeling I wondered who would be the first to place blame on me, pet though I was, I spent most of my time at the Pharaohs side and thus knew where such things were.

Whisperers broke out and Atemu demanded, “And when was this noticed Priest Akhenaden?” his voice harsh as his hand stilled on my head were it lay on his knee, Teana sitting on Yugis' throne as he wasn't in the room.

“But the morning my Pharaoh, I went to find a scroll for a certain spell and it and several other scrolls and rarities are missing my lord,” Father said meeting Atemus' eyes and I had a feeling he was lying about something.

I didn't know what but as I sat there a sense of foreboding fell over me and I shivered, someone had moved them but he knew where they were, he was just trying to do something, send everyone on a wild chase.

And as I sat there listening silently Goosebumps rising over my skin I wondered why I felt as though I had only a limited amount of time left, why I felt that soon, far too soon I would loss everything I held dear along with my life?

--

Curled on the end of Atemu's bed I watched the sun set, he was away with Teana, trying to make an heir as was required of him. She had followed us to his door saying that she could not get with child if he did not help her.

Revulsion had radiated through the Pharaoh and I had watched as he smiled and nodded telling me to wait for him, wait for him in his chambers and that he would be back soon.

Why did he feel disgust when he was married to her?

Was it because he did not like her?

Did not enjoy bedding her?

` Because she was female?

Because she would not allow him to bed her as he wanted?

The questions distracted me so much that I jumped when Atemu said, “Seto are you well?” and I looked at him startled and nodded quickly, “Yes my Pharaoh.”

“What were you thinking of my pet?” he asked moving closer to me, the smell of sex on his, his body glistening in the waning light, but it was the look in his eyes that made me shiver.

Lust; turning his scarlet eyes crimson, possession and something else, something I truly could not name.

“You my Pharaoh,” I whispered unable to look away, caught in his eyes, as he crawled onto the bed, knelling before me, his gaze travelling my face, down my chest then up again as he all but growled, “Remove her taste from my lips pet.”

I shook as I leaned forward at his command, my head tipping back submissively and he grabbed my face pulling me forward, crushing his lips to mine, just brushing back and forth softly before he nipped my bottom lip, drawing a gasp from my lips.

He plundered into me, his tongue sweeping around my mouth, across my teeth before tangling around my tongue, demanding a response as he stroked it, toying and playing until I tentatively responded.

A small amount of pressure from my lips, the tiniest movement of my tongue and he growled, one hand tangling in my hair pulling me closer, the other moving down my back, to grasp my hip. His fingers convulsing as I flicked my tongue again, tilting my head a little more to the side, a small moan coming from my throat as he brushed my palate with his tongue.

A tremor moved down my neck to my shoulders and down my spin as I hardened slightly, enjoying the passion he was showing, it what I in truth had dreamed about for a while now.

Desired for so long now.

Gasping as he pulled back, his forehead pressed to mine as he knelt before me, my breathing laboured, though I kept my eyes closed as I panted.

“Enjoy that did you pet?” he murmured and I opened my eyes to met his dark, heavy lidded gaze, nodding slightly unsure if he really wanted to know for suddenly my magic had decided to go to bed.

I could no longer feel his emotions, hear his thoughts though his eyes gave me a fair idea.

“Good,” he whispered licking his lips, “Because I shale do so again,” he told me and I moan loudly when he caught my mouth once again.

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