Chapter 1
Disclaimer: The Capricornkitty1975 and Agami Shukagri don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, only the plot.
In the lands of Egypt there are two kings and a Pharaoh. The two kings being rival thieves. They've been trying to beat the other for a long time. The Pharaoh has been watching, amused by their antics.
It was one evening, after many rivalries had kept the Pharaoh's attention that the tricolored doppelganger of the Pharaoh walked in, white priest robes trailing behind in the light breeze. Looking with poorly concealed disgust at the Pharaoh the twin looked at the Pharaoh, bowing slightly, dropping his eyes, his rich baritone voice wafting in the silence. "My Pharaoh? May I speak?"
You may, little brother," Atem replied, glancing over at his look alike. "Is there any news?"
"Yes." Turning, he looked to a guard, nodding. The guard brought in a muscled, silver haired male, shirt torn, anger simmering off of him.
The Pharaoh smirked, "Ah, I see you finally caught him. Good... Did you catch him, Yami?"
"Yes. He was trying to sneak in, mumbling something about Ryou."
At the name Ryou, the dark eyed silverette glared, spitting at Yami. "Fuck you, I know you have him you bastard!"
"Good, you will be rewarded for this," the tricolored haired man with dark amethyst eyes assured. "If we did have a slave by that name I would've known by now, thief. He isn't here unless Yami encountered him before bringing you here."
"The only other slave I encountered was your present, Pharaoh. As you know, I dare not look upon the royal gift. However, I was told the slave's name was Yugi."
The Pharaoh gave his brother a sly smile, "Oh? Then Yugi is yours as a reward for bringing me one of the thieves."
Crimson eyes remained cool, but studied the Pharaoh not trusting this "generosity." "You are giving this slave to me without even seeing him?"
"Mmm, true, but I think I have a better one right in front of me," he replied simply.
"I'm nobody's fucking slave, you self-righteous prick!" The silver haired man spat, earning him a kick from the guard in his rib, spear pointed at his neck.
"Too bad, you don't get a choice," Atem hissed, rising to his feet. "You may leave, guard... I'll deal with him myself."
The guard bowed and left, backing out. Yami bowed, rolling his eyes after his head was bent. "Do you wish me to stay, my Pharaoh, or do you wish me to take my leave?"
"Do as you please," he replied, delivering a sharp slap to the thief's face. "You'll learn your place soon enough."
Yami rose up and walked out. He didn't want to be around the Pharaoh any more than he had to. Sighing, he walked towards where the gift was left. He didn't really appreciate slavery, but who was he to try to stop it? As he was leaving, he heard the thief..."Fuck you, false god." Yami smirked as he heard the thief spit...
"By the way, my name is Akefia, you prick in a dress." The hand slap stung, but Akefia would be damned to let the pain show with this self-righteous, egotistical ruler.
"Oh, I know your name very well," Atem murmured.
Yugi was in chains. He was pissed off at being caught and brought here of all places. He has pale skin, tricolored hair, and amethyst eyes.
Sighing, Yami went to the gift, opening the cloth covering the cage. Upon seeing Yugi, he gasped, stepping back. "What in Ra's name...?" A scowl replaced the surprised look that was sitting on his face. "You have got to be kidding me, right? How did they get you to look so much like the Pharaoh?" Crossing his arms, he stared at Yugi like this was all his fault.
"I hope Apophis swallows you," Yugi glared daggers at him. "I'm nothing like that son of a bitch."
Raising an eyebrow, Yami tried to hide his smirk. This could be a trap from the Pharaoh, after all. "I would watch my tongue if I were you."
"I hope you drown in the Nile," Yugi spat angrily in response.
"Ok, look slave..." Yami was starting to get pissed off. Reaching down, he undid the chains enough to pull Yugi up, so they were nose to nose. "I'm not the Pharaoh, so check your attitude at the gate."
"Then don't compare me to him," Yugi glared daggers at him, wriggling in an attempt to escape.
Gripping Yugi's wrist tightly, his voice dropped an octave. "Look, kid...you are the Pharaoh's property. Deal with it. We are all owned by him, so get over yourself."
"Does it look like I care?" Yugi retorted, ignoring the pain the priest caused. "Because if you think I do then you better go fuck yourself in a corner."
Yami looked...really looked at Yugi then. "Kid...keep it up and I will give you back to the Pharaoh. He actually gave you to me for finding Akefia." He felt sorry for Yugi...he really did, but the kid had a mouth on him and Yami wanted to slap the shit out of him.
"You're his brother. I have my reasons for hating you both," Yugi said simply.
Yami pulled back like he had been slapped. "I haven't ..." Looking around, he grabbed Yugi, leaving him shackled by the wrists and by the ankles, slinging Yugi over his shoulder. It wasn't hard, as Yami was more muscular than Yugi, even though Yugi was scrappy. Taking him back to Yami's bedroom, he shut the door, sitting Yugi down. "I haven't done anything to you, and my brother" he spat the word "is the one in charge calling the shots. So don't compare me to him. "
"Why should I?" he challenged. "You're no better than him."
Anger flared through him. "Watch your tongue and know your place. You are a slave, I am high priest to the Pharaoh." Eyes sad, he looked down. "And I am nothing like him." Looking over at Yugi, he unshackled Yugi's hands. "Feel free to wash up in the washroom. I am leaving a guard at the door, as I don't trust you to not run. I am leaving your feet shackled though. Relax today, I will determine what I need you to do and you can start tomorrow." Walking out, he shut the door, motioning for a guard to come stand by the door.
Yugi clenched his fists. He wasn't sure what he'd do now. He's a slave, but he won't be like one. He'd prefer the high priest go piss off. Though the short teen did wonder where Ryou really was.
\/\/\/
Out in the outskirts of the palace Ryou was staying hidden. His older brother had told him to go hide until he came back to say it was safe. He has long white hair, chocolate hazel eyes, and pale skin. His feet are bare. He wears a dark green cloak with a shirt and pants underneath.
"Ah, what's this, a fluffy bunny caught in the alley?" The voice was dark, menacing. "I've been looking for a pet..." A hand covered Ryou's mouth, the other wrapped around his lithe body.
Ryou tensed, struggling against him. He tried to bite the person's hand. His eyes widened in fear and slight annoyance.
"Awww, Fluffy, fight. I like it. You're cute when you fight...but if you bite..." The voice dropped and slithered through Ryou's ear "I'll bite back harder. But you'll like it, I promise."
Ryou whimpered, stopping his attempts at biting him. He glared lightly as he didn't like being called a pet.
"Now..." Turning Ryou around, the man smiled a predatory smile at him. "I have hit the fucking prize today. I know who you are, Fluffy." The red velvet jacket hung open, muscular chest showing. The silverish white hair was stuck out at crazy angles, and a scar ran under his right eye. The khaki pants billowed in the breeze as the man never let go of Ryou. "Oh, yes, I have hit the fucking jackpot today...you're coming with me, Fluffers."
"I'm not fluffy," Ryou pouted, folding his arms over his chest as he glared lightly at him. "I'm supposed to wait for my brother to return."
"Oh, the taller you? Yea, that fucker went and got himself caught by the Pharaoh's guards. He's not coming back, knowing the Pharaoh. So...yea, you're coming with me Not-Fluffy-Fluffy."
Ryou frowned at hearing this news. He hoped Akefia would escape. "Fine, but use my name please," he replied, thinking this guy probably isn't in the right mind so he'd be safer to play along than argue.
"Good bunny. Now, what's your name, and if I like it, I'll use it." Smirking, he waggled his eyebrows at the smaller teen.
He blushed, looking away shyly, "I-It's Ryou."
"Ryou..." He let it roll off his tongue. Thinking for a few moments, he smiled. "Yea, I like it. And I like you, so I won't hurt you...well, unless you want me to." Smirking, he leered at the white haired angel.
"W-Why would I want you to hurt me?" he asked innocently, still not really looking at him.
Leaning down, nose to nose, eyes dark, he looked at Ryou. "Because I bet your tight and I'd fill you up really good." Sending a hot breath over Ryou, he leaned back just a little. "By the way, my name is Bakura. You'll be moaning it later."
Ryou's blush deepened. He had been tempted to kiss him, but bit his lip.
"G-Good to know," he said, uncertain why the other thief wanted him.
Smirking, Bakura leaned back. "Now..." Looking Ryou over, he smirked. "Let's get you back to my lair." Smirking, he grabbed Ryou's hand, pulling him along. He pulled him right past the palace.
Ryou tried to keep the same pace as he was being dragged. He glanced at the palace as they passed it.
Unbeknownst to Ryou, as he was being pulled past the palace, his brother had just spit on the Pharaoh's cheek...finally, after three attempts, all the rest hitting the Pharaoh's feet.
Atem had slapped Akefia a few times for spitting at him.
"Can you carry me if you're going to go this fast?" Ryou asked Bakura softly.
Bakura smirked. "Oh course, Fluffy." Picking Ryou up bridal style, Bakura picked up the pace.
Ryou was held tightly against Bakura's muscular chest, Bakura moving through the streets with agility and speed.
Ryou relaxed against him. He wasn't sure why he felt safe with someone like Bakura. He sheepishly glanced up at the male carrying him.
Bakura's eyes were darting about, looking for danger. As he moved through the town, he got to an older, abandoned looking building. Taking Ryou in, he went to the back and crawled into a hidden tunnel, taking Ryou into darkness until torches shone ahead. Heading into an opening, there were a few people milling about. All started bowing when Bakura came into view. Sitting Ryou down, he looked around. "Where's Malik?"
As a younger brown haired man came up, running a hand down Ryou's arm, Bakura turned, grabbing the man's wrist and snapping it. Forcing the man down, Bakura snarled, "He's mine...don't touch him."
"It took you long enough, 'Kurakins," Malik grinned as the spiky blonde haired male appeared, his maroon eyes glancing at what his partner in crime brought home with him. "Oh I see you finally found a pet of your own."
"He's mine." He snarled at Malik. "And quit calling me that."
Two other men came and pulled the injured man away, cradling his broken wrist.
"I think it's cute," Ryou smiled gently.
"You don't need to tell me. I already have my own," Malik smirked. "Why did you need to find me, 'Kura?"
Bakura chose to ignore the rabbit. "Because, Oh Spiky One, the Pharaoh is out in full force. Kidnapped this one's brother" he nodded his head at Ryou. "And, I heard through the vine that Yugi was taken as a slave for the Pharaoh."
Malik's eyes darkened slightly in anger at hearing this, "Do you want me to poison the bastard or something? Or are you taking this opportunity to make that bunny your wife?"
"I don't want you taking a chance on getting caught. Fucking Pharaoh is in high form right now, his little lapdog priest doing his dirty work. So no poisoning right now..For fuck's sake, they'd probably kill BunnyBrother and Yugi thinking they were behind it. We just need to figure out how to get Yugi back." Glancing over at Ryou, he huffed, "And Big Brother Bunny too."
"Don't call him a bunny to his face," Ryou sweat dropped. "It wouldn't be a wise idea."
Malik nodded, "Ok, yeah I know how 'Kefia is. Getting Yugi back will be easier than getting Akefia free."
Bakura just stared at Malik. "Neither will be fucking easy." Looking to Ryou..."Speaking of fucking...I gotta go help this bunny learn my name." Smirking, he grabbed Ryou's wrist and pulled him towards his bedroom.
"But I already know your name, kitty," Ryou pouted.
"Have fun you two," Malik teased as he would go see his pet until Bakura needed him to figure out a plan.
Bakura smirked. "Obviously you don't if you are calling me kitty." Taking Ryou into a lush bedroom full of velvets and treasures, he shut the door, pushing Ryou up against the wall. Lips just inches away from Ryou's, dark eyes taking in Ryou's form, he whispered, "What's my name?"
"Bakura," he answered softly, gazing back into the older thief's intense stare.
Smirking, lips inching closer, he whispered, "That's right." Suddenly, he pulled back, a gleam in his eye. "Get comfortable in here, I'm gonna go check a couple things." Smirking, he sauntered out, just before shutting the door behind him he leaned in, "Don't think about leaving. I'll find you, and you won't like the punishment." He then shut the door with a click.
\/\/\/
Malik eventually found Marik. He snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around the other blonde.
"Hey sexy," he murmured in Mari's ear, nibbling on the lobe. "Wanna go have some fun with me?"
"When have I ever said no to you?" he whispered back, eyes sliding closed as he leaned over to give Malik more access to his ear.
"Mmm, I don't know, birdie," he teased, giving a slow lick to Mari's neck while his hands rubbed Mari's hips sensually.
His breath catching in his throat, Marik whimpered. "I haven't. So don't be mean now."
"Have you been good today?" he asked, his hands continuing to rub Mari's hips as he grinded against the other blonde.
"Of course I have...I'm always good..." his breath was coming out in short gasps as he tried turning around to capture those lips in his own.
Malik kissed him passionately when his pet turned around. His hands moved to knead Mari's ass.
Whimpering even more, Marik tried pushing Malik against the wall, wedging a knee between Malik's legs as he tried to kiss Mari's neck. Completely forgetting that they were supposed to "go" somewhere to have fun...
Malik moaned against his lover's lips. He bucked his hips, leaning into Mari's touch as he slipped his tongue into Mari's mouth. Malik was wearing his purple cape with no shirt though he wore a pair of leggings on underneath. His skin is caramel bronze. He has an ample amount of muscle.
Marik smirked. Completely oblivious to the people surrounding them, he slid down, kissing down Malik's chest, running fingers over the finely sculpted muscles. Rubbing his face over the leggings, he looked up at Malik with a begging look.
"Perhaps we should continue this further in my room," Malik mused, a small smirk on his lips as he felt so hard at seeing Marik begging for him.
Whimpering, Marik looked pitiful. "But that's so far away..." he whined, rubbing his nose and mouth over the bulge in the leggings, letting his hot breath tickle where it touched...
"I know," he said through a light moan, his cock at attention from feeling Mari's mouth so close, then he grinned as he tore his pants off, picking Marik up into his arms as he drove himself in and stood to his feet. "Unless we walk like this...it's been a while since we've made the walk back there with you bouncing on my shaft."
Mari's eyes were rolling in the back of his head at the feel of Malik inside of him. Bending his head down, biting Malik's shoulder, he managed a mumbled "Let's...walk..this." as his fingernails bit into Malik's flesh. "Oh, Ra...Malik..."
"Mmm, you feel so good," Malik moaned as he began to walk with his lover back to their room.
Vaguely a thought went through his mind that this was the exact reason he wore loincloths when he was so horny around Malik...he couldn't control himself and liked to offer easy access. Gripping Malik tighter, he bit harder, drawing a few spots of blood as he growled in pleasure, forgetting how to speak.
Malik groaned as he enjoyed feeling the sparks of pleasurable pain. He loved it when Marik bit him. He vaguely thought Bakura might want to speak with him, but that could happen later when he was done.
Marik leaned up, whimpering in Malik's ear. "Please, Malik, I need you to fuck me...hard, now. I've been waiting all day..." He bit down harder on Malik's shoulder.
"Mmm, I know, birdie," he purred, opening the door to their room as he entered to satiate his lover's needs.
\/\/\/
Ryou was looking around the room he was locked in. He opened drawers to peek inside. Bakura hadn't told him he wasn't allowed to snoop around. He had nowhere to go anyways.
He saw treasures of various kinds, clothing, and in the very bottom, in the corner, a square object wrapped in silk.
"I wonder what that is," he muttered under his breath at seeing the object wrapped in silk.
It lay there, calling to him, like the apple in the Garden of Eden.
He hoped Bakura wouldn't mind. He reached inside to see what it was.
Upon unwrapping it, he saw it was a pencil drawing of...him.
Ryou raised a brow. He wondered why this was hidden. He looked at the picture, wondering when Bakura had drawn this. It made him also wonder how long Bakura had been watching him.
"Well then, fuckers, let them fuck. We can eat without them." Bakura's voice was coming through the door.
Ryou put the picture back and closed the drawers. he wondered if he'd be let out now or not.
Opening the door, Bakura looked at him. "Ready to eat FuckBunny?" He smirked.
"Um, sure," he replied, stepping over to him.
Bakura took him out to a large table where several people were eating. Seeing as there was only one seat open, Bakura kicked a lanky man out of a seat, gesturing for Ryou to sit down. Loading a plate with fruits, he sat it down in front of Ryou. "Fruit day today, sorry."
Ryou moved to sit on Bakura's lap, "Can I stay close to you?"
Smirking, he scooted his chair back enough for Ryou to sit on his lap. "Okay, Fluffy." Keeping one arm around Ryou, he ate, talking to others who spoke to him, laughing at dirty jokes, drinking his wine, and having a fine time. He kept checking to make sure Ryou was eating. "Eat your fill...I know you have been on the streets awhile, thanks to our loving Pharaoh." he spit the last word.
"How did you know that?" Ryou asked suspiciously as he began eating his fruit though he also snuggled against Bakura as he felt so comfy and warm.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Look at you." He poked a rib. "You're way too skinny."
"Why do you care about that?" he scowled, nibbling on his fruit.
"Because I don't want to break a rib when I'm fucking your brains out." He popped a fig in his mouth, smirking.
Ryou blushed. He nibbled on the mango he was noming on. "How long have you been watching me, Bakura?" He asked gently, not wanting to provoke him or anything.
"I don't know what you are talking about." he scowled. "Now fucking eat before I force feed you. You are nibbling like a rabbit." Take a swig of wine, he belched.
"I thought I was a bunny," he replied innocently.
"Bunny, rabbit, same damn thing. Small, fluffy, and don't eat enough, but fuck all night." Waggling his eyebrows again, he grabbed another fig.
"I'll keep eating like a rabbit unless you do something, kitty," he teased, eating his mango.
"Okay." Picking up Ryou and a plate, he took Ryou back to the room he was in. Placing him in a large bird cage Ryou hadn't noticed before, he set the plate in the birdcage and locked the door. "When you finish what's on your plate, you can get out. Not before." Turning, he walked out, shutting the door.
Ryou could easily stand in the cage, and have room with his arms extended. It was a beautiful, gilded cage...but a cage nonetheless. Ryou sighed in disappointment. He stared down at the food. He had hoped Bakura would do what he threatened about. He didn't expect to be locked up in a cage.
\/\/\/
Unfortunately, Ryou didn't realize how similar he and his brother were right then. Akefia was in a cage too, though his was shaped like a palace. A beautiful palace, just like a beautiful cage.
Atem dragged Akefia by the chain leash, almost choking him. He'd need to train his pet properly.
Akefia grabbed at the chain, trying to get a finger in it to give him room to breathe. Coughing and gagging, he followed.
ignored the thief's problems. Atem was taking Akefia to where he trained new slaves.
In a last ditch attempt, Akefia threw his legs up, standing enough where he could run rather than be drug...and threw himself at Atem, trying to trip Atem and take his legs out from underneath him.
Atem caught Akefia by the waist. His grip to the point of bruising him. He stared down at him, contemplating what he should do about his little slave.
Akefia refused to break the stare; refused to give this bastard the satisfaction of knowing that he was inflicting pain.
"You'll become mine soon," he murmured, amused at seeing the thief so defiant when it was futile.
"I'll never become yours, you son of a gutter whore."
"Hmm, you better watch your tongue," he growled, his nails digging into Akefia's skin. "Or I will punish you."
"If you think you scare me, you stupid egotistical bastard, you are dumber than I thought."
"I wasn't trying to scare you," he chuckled lightly at Akefia's attempts to be defiant. "You remind me of a pissed off kitten."
The anger radiated off of him. Lunging forward, he tried to bite Atem.
"Aw, see you fight just like a kitten," Atem teased.
Growling, Akefia spit right in Atem's eye.
Atem wiped it away as he wasn't bothered by it, "If you're trying to hurt me or piss me off you have to do better than that."
Vibrating with anger Akefia took a moment to assess the situation. Smirking, he shrugged. "Ya know what, it's not worth it...your brother would be a better ruler than you, so why try to fight an inferior idiot."
Atem frowned, "Perhaps, but he hasn't succeeded in trying to overthrow me yet. When he does then I'll let him try being the Pharaoh for once."
Akefia just laughed. "Take me to wherever you are going to stow me, cause I ain't doing shit for you."
"Oh, you don't have to. I was about to take you to my room so I can fuck you," the Pharaoh replied casually.
"I don't fucking think so. Go get someone who'd like it. I don't swing that way, Dick."
"Oh really?" he taunted, opening the door of his room. "We'll see about that, kitten."
Akefia held his ground, not moving. "Put your dick in my mouth and I'll bite it off."
"I wasn't planning on doing that," Atem sighed.
Akefia walked in, looking for an escape route.
Atem locked the door, "If you try to escape it won't end well for you."
"Better to end up maimed with a brain then fucked like a bitch." And he took off for the window.
Though the window was locked. "Nice try," Atem smirked as he figured his pet would try to escape from him.
"Fuck!" Akefia looked wildly around for another means of escape, a weapon, something...
There was nothing for him to use. Unfortunately for the thief king he would end up being fucked and used like a bitch.
Recognition sinking in, his shoulders slumped. "You may fuck me, but you won't break me." Eyes defiant as he kept eye contact.
"I have no intentions to break you this time," Atem murmured, his hands ghosting along Akefia's body.
"Look, I'll make you a deal. Save my brother, and I'll do..I'll be anything you want." Eyes were pleading.
"Deal," Atem answered simply as he didn't need to think this over before agreeing if he could have the thief as his.
"Can we find Ryou first? He's not good on his own."
"Hmmm? Sure." Atem replied.
