Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yuumei ❯ Prisoners of Fate ( Chapter 1 )

Warning: This is rated Young Adult for a reason! I will mark when the lemons - that's right, plural; I'm start this baby off with a bang (literally) - begin and end so anyone who doesn't want to read them can skip over it, but I don't want get any reviews about how gay sex is wrong, or disgusting or whatever. I've given you full warning, so leave now if you don't want to read it.

Also, there is some use of the f-bomb, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

For those who do, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Prisoners of Fate

15 September, Yuumei Prison - Messhall

“I swear we need more interesting demons,” A white haired creature sighed to his companions as he sent a glare to one of the guards leaning against the far wall. The poor demon's eyes widened in fear as he realized he may have just pissed one of the most powerful demons off for no apparent reason. He scampered out of the mess hall, spade-like tail twitching behind him as the door slammed shut. A smirk spread the fair haired creature's mouth wide, his fangs gleaming evilly in the dim lighting. His name was Bakura, a long time best friend of the former Pharaoh and former captain of the guard.

“I second that,” Another demon answered him, known at one time as the King of Thieves or and now Akefia by those closest to him, wrapping his arm around his impatient mate. Bakura smirked, and, unnoticed by any but those at the table, relaxed back into the other wolf's embrace. Bakura growled lowly as his white, wolf ears flattened against his head, the only tell-tale sign of his relaxation.

“Please, Bakura, Akefia; you're just annoyed because there isn't any fresh meat to terrorize,” A brunet demon teased, one whose ice white scales, trailing around his face and disappearing beneath the neck of his shirt, belied him as a dragon demon. Seto, as he was called, just smirked at the dirty looks he received in turn.

“Oh go play with your puppy, priest,” Bakura snapped back - like an angry dog - annoyed that he was partially right. Seto's usually dull eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Don't mind if I do.” He stood and sauntered to the table a few feet over, which was crowded with people.

“Wait for it, wait for it…” Akefia murmured, watching the table. Sure enough, a scruffy blonde stood with a huff, just like he had predicted.

“Gods, Seto-ugh!” he cried, spinning sharply on his heel. He stalked out of the room - a dark blush on his slightly tanned cheeks - and the heavy door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang. The brunette returned to them looking smug and satisfied, like a cat which had just got the cream.

“My, my, my, aren't we smug?” another daemon teased as he walked up to the table. This was Marik, former-Tomb-Keeper-turned-guard, a snake daemon, a very good friend of the three (although none would ever admit it). Sandy blonde hair stood proud from his head, like someone who had stuck a fork in one too many outlets. Some strands rested on his broad shoulders. He was the most obviously muscle-bound of the group (that is not to say that the others were weak; on the contrary, Atemu, their king, and his mate, Yami, were stronger than him, but their power was hidden in a smaller, more compact form). A scaled tail the same color as his hair swayed behind him as he walked, and tan scales, smaller than Seto's and not nearly as sharp, ran along his neck, disappearing beneath his uniform. He plopped down beside the two wolves huddled together, resting his chin on his hand and shooting Seto an anticipatory expression.

“I merely suggested we go to the library and get…reacquainted with one another,” Seto said with an innocent expression, although his eyes belied his true intent. You see, ever since the two men, each dragon demons, had met, Seto had been infatuated with the blonde and had declared his intention of mating with the other very loudly and openly to the entire prison in the the mess hall within moments of meeting him; Jou had not taken it very well, though he - being a daemon who was raised in a human society - had had no idea that proclaiming his intention so loudly was a traditional practice of dragon demons, used to ward off other males from trying to take their intended mate. Jou, full name Jounichi Katsuya, - who looked like a blackish red version of Seto, with a smaller size and wing span - responded by overreacting and denying the brunette of his claim, as well any returned feelings (though everyone who wasn't blind could see that he did love the brunette, he was just not used to the attention). Needless to say, the other demons enjoyed watching Seto's rather difficult time of trying to win Jou over.

The occupants of the table laughed at his statement. At the lack of the usual deep baritone voice of his pharaoh, Marik glanced around the table.

“Where is pharaoh-midget and his mate?”

“The warden wouldn't let them out again,” Bakura murmured, his voice rising into a gasp on the last syllable; he was leaning back against his mate, who had begun to place gentle nips along his throat, hindering his speech and causing a problem that would need to be fixed soon. Seto snorted.

“Get a room, you too,” Akefia pulled away at the utterance.

“If you insist…” he grabbed his mate's hand and led him away from the table, out of the mess hall toward their cell.

“Like damn rabbits…” Marik sighed, standing as well. He stretched his body out - earning many leers from the onlookers, whose gaze only amused him. They didn't have the balls…“Might as well go ourselves.” Seto nodded and followed his lead. The two exited the dining room, without any hindrance. The guards wouldn't dare come near them for fear of losing a part of them they couldn't grow back.

***Beginning of Lemon One***

Soft cries could be heard throughout D Block, echoing off the stone walls. They created a trail all the way to the cell at the end, where two demons could be found, Atemu, former Pharaoh, and his beloved mate, Yami, former Shadow King of Northern Egypt, combined together in the most intimate of ways. Yami, straddling his mate from atop him, hissed as his hips rolled downward into his mate's lap, his head falling back onto his shoulders as a spike of pleasure ran up his spine. His sharp nails dug unintentionally into the tender skin of his mate's stomach, though pain only served to heighten the pleasure of the demon beneath him. Smirking, Atemu slid his hands up his mate's hips, balancing him, before suddenly sitting up. He slid his arms around his mate, whose attention was suddenly solely on him, and started to snap his hips up into him with more force.

“A-ah!” Yami yelped arching his back in a perfect bow, “A-atemu!” Atemu smirked and pressed his face into the junction between Yami's neck and shoulder. The proximity allowed for a better angle and deeper penetration. Yami wrapped his arms around his mate's shoulders to anchor himself, digging his nails into Atem's shoulders so hard that he broke the skin. He whimpered and bent forward to lap at the punctures, resting his forehead on his broad shoulder. Atemu rumbled from deep in his chest and nuzzled his mate. He was getting close and he could feel that his mate was too. His hand slipped between the two of them to wrap around his throbbing member and started to stroke; his mate's cries rose in volume with each stroke and his tightened his thighs around him. It took only two more thrusts in time with his hand to send Yami over the edge. He called his lovers name and arched his back, his seed spilling between them. Atemu groaned at the feel of his mate tightening around him; he followed soon after, answering his mate's cry with one of his own.

***End of Lemon One***

Together they collapsed on their bed, still united. Despite being a daemon and having abnormal stamina, Yami felt exhausted, his breath coming out in short pants. Atem smirked at him, which earned him a swat for the look. Knowing that it was going to happen, he ducked out of the way deftly. He leaned back against his wall, his hands placed firmly beneath Yami's thighs so he wouldn't slip away from him and could relax bonelessly against him. The paler demon relaxed into this position, burying his face into the crook of his lover's neck. Atemu smiled, thankful for the shroud of shadows surrounding them. He was somewhat of a jealous mate, and he did not like for anyone but himself to see his mate in such a state.

"We can hear the both of you down the hall, so shut the hell up, your majesty," a voice sneered from out in the hall. Atemu growled and moved to stand, only to have Yami stop him.

"It's not worth it, love." Atemu nodded and calmed down, glaring at the guard with glowing red eyes. The guard smirked and Atemu returned it, startling him. He seemed disappointed - the guards around here enjoyed taunting the prisoners, especially himself and the other demons who were close to him. They knew who he and the others had once been - the story of their downfall had been widely spread - and found it endlessly amusing to taunt him about losing his once great glory. He couldn't help but feel angry every time they made such a comment, but his mate was right; it wasn't worth it, not to get into a bad situation with the warden. Besides, he wasn't sure why, but he just knew he would have his day to get revenge on them. He smirked triumphantly and rested back against the wall. Yami relaxed in his arms and fell asleep, Atemu following him soon after.

***

Similar sounds of lovemaking could be heard a few cells down as Akefia showered his Bakura with love. Bakura was beneath Akefia, the two of them stuck in their own little world. Akefia smirked when he saw his mate's chest rising and falling heavily; his silver hair was plastered to his forehead from sweat, accenting his aristocratic cheekbones, full lips, and now half-closed mahogany eyes. Beautiful. He nuzzled Bakura's neck lovingly, running his fangs against his lover's mating mark. That sent a sharp spike of pleasure through Bakura, who ground himself up into his love and the movement aroused his mate even more. Akefia hardened against his hips and his powerful hips rocked forward, making Bakura groan softly, wrapping his legs around Akefia's waist.

***Beginning of Lemon Two***

His groan turned into a growl when felt Akefia slide in, the going smooth as they had more than gotten used to this. The two wolves began a steady rhythm, rocking against each other slowly, stretching out the pleasure as much as possible.

"Akefia..." Bakura whined, throwing his head back when his prostate was hit straight on. The move stretched out his pale neck, giving his lover more room to toy with the scarred skin over his pulse. The pleasure from the sensitive skin added to the feeling of his lover skillfully hitting the swollen nub with every thrust had him swimming to a lazy haze of pleasure. Akefia smirked at the ecstasy on his lover's face and thrusted faster. He knew what Bakura wanted when he wanted it; they had been together too long to for him not to. His pace wrung delicious mewls and cries from the submissive one of them, a rare sight for anyone but the Thief King. He hands grip his hips tightly as he felt his dominant wolf side take over and flipped him; his teeth sank a little deeper into the spot on his neck, not enough to draw blood but enough to keep him in place. Bakura keened at the sudden change of position - this was a more pleasurable way, anyway,- arching his back and pushing back pleadingly. Akefia picked up the pace, moving as only a wolf demon could, a rumbling growl leaving his mouth. The hairs on the back of Bakura's neck rose in warning, his senses heightening. His back bowed impossibly - no submissive wolf could deny the exquisite pleasure they felt when being dominated by their mate. It was a feeling like no other, an outlet for their primal, lupine nature. In fact, the pleasure was so great, he couldn't keep quiet.

"Fuck, I'm close!" he gasped.

"Gods, so am I...Ngh, Kura!" Akefia gasped. Their pace was so quick that if Bakura was a human, he would surely be torn. Eventually, it was all too much; with a desperate howl, Bakura released over the sheets. Akefia snarled his release and coated the inner walls of his mate.

***End of Lemon Two***

Once again they relaxed against the bed, both panting heavily. Akefia rolled off of Bakura, curling against his side as the other wolf steadied his breathing. He wrapped his tail around Bakura's waist, holding his head up with his hand. Bakura turned around to look up at him, sliding his tail over his and resting himself against his mate's chest. He sighed and let himself slowly slide into sleep, his usually angry face relaxing. Akefia smiled slightly; he was the only person Bakura allowed to see himself like this, so relaxed and bereft of his usual scowl or smirk. It was moments like this when his mate allowed his true beauty to shine through, which, as the audience of one, he felt immensely blessed to see it. He, even with his past, must have done something right to have been awarded such a mate. The gods apparently smiled down on thieves as well.

“Hey, keep your bitch quiet, wolf-boy; you're waking up the whole block. What with the damned idiots a cell or two away and the two of you, I'll never get some sleep.”

Akefia snarled, baring his teeth at the man who dared not only insult his mate, but who had tried to tell him, the alpha, what he could do in his own make-shift den. Bakura, who had been asleep, turned halfway to glower at the guard. Some of them were too cocky for their own good, as they believed they actually held power over himself and the others - what they didn't realized was that they were allotted the power; if they wanted to, the pharaoh and his court could take the control back from them at any time.

“Fuck off,” he growled flatly, his eyes glinting dangerously and clearly not in the mood. The guard, who had been smug moments before, backed off, knowing that if Bakura and Akefia wanted to, they could get out their cell and come after them. They had both been skilled lock-pickers long before he had been alive, and they could open even the most complicated of locks with ease. They both preferred to stay in, though, as they were wolves and only left their “den” to eat and converse with their friends. However, he definitely didn't want to be their next meal.

“Fine, just...keep it down.” He scampered away, satisfied with having the last word. Bakura let out a huff of annoyance before settling back into his original position. Akefia smirked and decided to lay down himself, wrapping his arms around his mate and resting his chin against his mate's head with Bakura's soft breathing ghosting against his neck. The two wolves drifted off to sleep that way, not to move until morning came.

***

Marik rolled his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall he was chained to. The sounds from his horny friends had finally died down, thank the gods. As happy as he was for them, it still hurt to know that they had a happiness that he lacked - and had lacked for far too long. He was the only one of them without a mate - whether a claimed one or a prospect - and it hurt. His loneliness was eating away at his sanity.

He wanted a mate to come back to, a lover to call his own; someone who would love him unconditionally, make him feel as blissfully happy as he knew the others were; even Seto, who was still chasing after his mate and had lost so much - his brother, Mokuba, and his first mate, Seth (which only his closest friends knew of) had been missing for the last century; Mokuba had been kidnapped and Seth had gone on a mission for the pharaoh and never come back - had his moments of happiness, knowing that it wouldn't be too long before Jou was his. Though Seto still mourned the loss of those two, he had a chance to move on, to be happy again. Marik was afraid it would never happen to him.

He shifted in his position, the chains rattling mockingly around his neck. He hated these damn things, but they were a requirement because of his tendency to attack the other demons and guards. He was naturally very violent and prone to striking others with little provocation, but now that his time without a mate had been so long, he had no one around all the time to hold him check.

By Ra, he prayed he found someone soon, to ease the loneliness in his heart.

***

Seto sighed and placed his hand on his chin. After some meddling, he had had convinced the warden to move Jou into his cell, so that the dragon was forced to spend time with him. Now, though, Jou was deliberately ignoring him, turning his back to him and sleeping on the other side of the cell. It worried him to be honest; it was days like this when he thought that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong about Jou, that fate wouldn't have brought him another mate, that he wouldn't be so lucky a second time. He used to believe in himself more, but Jou had recently been going out of his way to ignore him or avoid him...

Sighing heavily, he looked out the window at the full moon. He remembered the nights when he and Seth used to lay out under the stars, simply enjoying each other's presence. It had been such a peaceful time, before all hell had broken loose. Very few knew how the Pharaoh's kingdom had fallen; few knew how the humans had come to their homeland, with the aid of one demon, Anubis, at their backs, forcefully taken over their people, and placed them into facilities like the ones they were in now. Their people, the demons, had been erased from history and hidden under five millennia of government funding. No matter how many hands the government had passed through, one thing never changed: the demons were not to be public knowledge and officials would do everything they could to keep it that way. However, that didn't mean they had a problem with making experiments of their own. The other demons that had come into this facility were all projects created by the government's scientists throughout the years; they would create a demon, use it for a few years, and when it was no longer of any use to them or it had committed some transgression, it would be locked up in a cell like the rest of them, never to live a free life. Or, in some cases, if there was knowledge of abuse, the warden would send his guards out to forcibly drag these demons to their facility. He supposed the idiots in here, weaklings though they were, had had a tougher time than him and the other members of the Pharaoh's court.

The sound of the pup murmuring in his sleep startled him awake. He glanced over at him, watching the moonlight sliding over his face. Jou turned restlessly over onto his side, mumbling something that sounded strangely like `Seto' under his breath. The brunette smiled and sat with his back to the wall, facing the other dragon. It was nice to think that the blonde could be dreaming of him - but what he was dreaming was a problem. He hoped his dreams were pleasant.

With that thought on his mind, Seto allowed himself to slide into sleep, his mind whirling with memories of times long gone, family lost, and the blonde curled a small distance away.

***

So, there you have it! My new story. If anyone thinks I should raise the rating, don't be scared to say so. Hope you all enjoyed it and please review! Constructive ConCrit is welcomed!