Talon: I think I will go back on my previous statement... multi-chaps are the best...
Wild: Told ya!
Snow: Wow. You are actually admitting you're wrong?
Talon: Well. They are a pain in the *** to write.
Wildtalon Snow: We do not own Yu Gi Oh.
Talon: If you were disappointed in the lack of lemon in the last one, I think I may have made up for it here... That being said, it is indeed YAOI and LEMON is involved!
Chapter Three: A Dynamic Duo
A few years have passed since I first became a toy for the "higher ups". I could still remember the painful lessons burned into my skull from the get-go though. Whips, knives, chains, and all sorts of nefarious instruments were what awaited the other side of the door where they had me and my "partner" locked up. I had grown to like him, or at least tolerate him. Otherwise it would have remained impossible for me to stay alive here. His calm demeanor was the perfect contrast to my own, but I knew that he was MUCH stronger then the company we were inclined to keep constantly. He would have broken and died otherwise.
If I were honest with myself, I would say we made a perfect team. Inner strength just seemed to pour from him, as it did from me.
I fell back into the cushions of our bed next to Ryou. I guess it was time for one of our famous "talking about nothing conversations".
"What's up?" said Ryou in his smooth accented speech.
"Same as ever. Nothing"
"I would think that you would have come up with a better reply than that by now."
"If I told you anything else. I would be lying."
Four fucking years. That was how long I had been in this place. I toyed with the dulling blade of my ceremonial knife in my hands. Was it ever going to serve its initial purpose? Believe me. I HAD tried to escape, Ryou had come with me as well on a few occasions, but he realized more quickly than I had cared to acknowledge that it was hopeless. It would have become like a game, if the repercussions were not so steep. Many nights I had been reduced to begging for some sort of mercy from the cruelties of my captors. Ryou was a constant in my life though. We had literally done everything physically possible with each other, and I suppose some sort of bond had to come from that.
"You are thinking about something though, and something can't be nothing." Ryou reasoned fairly.
"I suppose you're right." I continued my train of thought, what did Ryou mean to me?
"143 times." Ryou said bluntly.
"What?"
"That's how many times you have tried to escape, and coincidentally how many times you have dominated me."
"You counted."
"Yes." Ryou sighed "I won't say to give up on the idea of escaping, but don't try to force your way out again. It is impossible; you have to wait for an opportunity. You know that it is a labyrinth out in the palace to those who don't know it by heart."
I closed my eyes. "89 times."
Now it was Ryou's turn to look slightly confused. "Huh?"
"That's how many times you have dominated me."
I was quite sure that Ryou and I preferred the former on the bottom and the latter on the top, but we were usually given little choice. Rich palace dwellers would pay good money to watch the two of us go at it. By twelve years of age, I had already seen the worst cruelties man could dish out. I could only fume silently as I was subjected to the worst humiliations I could imagine. Now that I was 16, I had grown to not care at all about what other people thought.
Ryou and I are the dynamic duo. The most popular and expensive pair of whores in the seedy underbelly of the palace. Our beautiful bodies, and perfect mastery of each other made the most perverted of the royalty quiver with delight. Both of us had to have been fucked at least a few hundred times. Ryou had been more than me though, that was certain. The royals who wouldn't "bring themselves low enough to touch our scummy little bodies" would order us to go at each other. I liked Ryou, he was always more gentle than the other men who wanted to "tame the more wild of the beasts". I guess it must be because of this I was so keen on making sure he felt as good as I did when I finally was not the dominated for once.
"What do you suppose it feels like to be in love?" Ryou asked hesitantly.
I have no idea. However, I am spared the obligatory answer when the woman who had first put us in this room entered. She refused to give us her real name, so we were told to refer to her as Iz.
"Tonight. Ten minutes. Both of you. Best matching outfits." she barked. "Well, MOVE! ONLY THE BEST FOR THIS CUSTOMER"
In a flash we had taken to the chest where various sexy outfits were lined up for us. Ryou had instantly grabbed my personal favorite pair of outfits. We quickly stripped, and I donned the pair of loose short tan undergarments, and long red open chested cloak with white accents. I find the outfit rather loose and freeing. I believe it looks rather good on me too, although that didn't matter. The person was paying to see me with it off anyways. Ryou wore the same outfit, except that his cloak was of a deep blue color. Ryou's bare chest was exposed, and I quickly began to fantasize the night ahead. That soft white skin and hair... His moans and desperate movements...
It wasn't every night the stars lined up in my favor. Our favorite customer was there to watch his little show. He seemed to be only a little older than us, but after listening to his orders we tried to put our slim age difference out of our minds. As long as we ignored his stare, which was easily done, we could do pretty much whatever we pleased. No pain tonight.
This man liked to watch only loving pleasure. It was very odd, and out of place in the sick little whore-chambers. He had only begun to show up around a year or so ago, so he gets another point in my book for not really being a pedophile. He wouldn't touch us either, not without our consent. Ryou had begun to let the man touch him a few visits ago, and the last few times Ryou finally consented for a round of sex with him, after I had had my turn. I had questioned Ryou's reasoning.
Ryou had said "We should give him what he came for. I like him, he dosen't hurt us."
"He didn't really ask for you, and I for one like it better when I am not fucking a total stranger." Even though I was used to it, didn't mean I liked earning my food with sex. I had preferred stealing, and I continue to curse the day I was caught. I guess on the upside, I did get to meet Ryou. He was a lot of fun, and quite sexy when he wanted to be.
"I don't want him to stop coming. He gives the both of us the only nice jobs we ever get."
I wouldn't argue with Ryou's reasoning any more. It was starting to give me a headache anyways.
We entered the room and walked over to where the beautiful young man sat. He was seated in a throne-like chair and wore incredibly intricate jewelry. A table was laid out for him with all sorts of delicious foods and drink, so he could refresh himself as we put on an entertaining show. As accustomed, we both got onto one knee beneath him and asked what he wished of us. The perfectly tanned man looked down upon us with his fascinatingly crimson eyes and answered back with his own question. "Are you hungry?" We glanced at each other. I knew Ryou was thinking the same thing, for us? was it spiked? Somehow I doubted that this man would stoop so low as to drug us. "A bit, I guess." I said. We were never really starved, but the meager food paled in comparison to the glorious feast before us. We were definitely not getting fat either. "Eat." he commanded in his velvety deep voice. I hesitantly took meat off of the table and nibbled on it. Amazing.
I was wild, unlike Ryou and our master of the night, and my eating habits displayed this as well. I viciously tore into the meat. The master actually began to laugh slightly at my eagerness, causing me to slow down slightly. Ryou's eyes lit up as he also began to eat some of the amazing food. We both stopped before we hit the point where we were completely full though, we knew what had to be expected of us next.
Our master of the night looked over us again, pausing slightly at the scar on my face as usual. "Go and play." he whispered as he made himself comfortable.
I needed no further bidding. I pushed all thoughts of his existence out of my head as I pulled Ryou close to my body. His heart was fluttering in his chest as we locked eyes and I leaned in to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. His lips were warm and soft against my own, and I pushed Ryou gently backwards into the bed set up to be our playground. Making sure we were in the full view of our master for the night, I licked Ryou's bottom lip gently asking for entrance. His mouth opened slightly, and our kiss began to increase in fervor as our tounges touched and I explored his moist cavernous mouth. A soft sound was muffled between our mouths, wither or not he or I had made it was unimportant. He tasted sweet, and a little like the meat we had just indulged in. I began to let my hands explore his bare chest. I knew his body as well as my own by now and I began to trace out small patterns with my hands on his chest. Brushing against his nipples occasionally, he began to wriggle and arch underneath me, and I pressed the bulges in our loose pants together. Ryou let out a moan as I grinded against him, Gods! Did it feel as good as this for Ryou? I was always surprisingly concerned for the behalf of my partner. Strange.
I pulled the cloak off of Ryou as he pushed mine off. One of the reasons these outfits were my favorites was the fact that they could be taken off so easily and there was little restriction on our erections. "How do you want me?" I huskily whispered into his ear, toying irritably with Ryou's nipples and grinding slowly against him. "Ahh...um...ha..hard and soon.." I smiled appreciatively. I quickly shed both of our undergarments and grabbed a handy bottle of scented oil to slick him up with. Ryou spread his legs wide and tilted his eager hips upwards for my easy access. Coating my fingers, I eagerly pressed two into Ryou, blocking his irritated hiss of pain with another deep kiss. A little more stretching and I added a third finger, looking up into his beautiful flushed face and locking eyes with him, deep warm brown against my own, clouded with lust. Nothing in the world mattered to me more now than being one with the boy on the mattress as he moaned "Please...now..."
I coated my now weeping erection with the sweet oil. My body pounding with desire as I locked lips with Ryou and plunged my cock deep inside of him, muffling his squeal of pain successfully. I allowed Ryou some time to adjust to my size, which was quite a bit bigger then my three fingers had been. His gave his silent signal, moving his hips slightly, and I began to pull out of him slowly before pushing quickly back into him. He was really wonderfully tight, warm, and slick inside and I could feel myself begin to drown in the sensations. My thrusts sped up as I nailed his prostate with every new thrust, earning myself a cries of pleasure. Our furious moans and movements were soon brought to a screeching halt as Ryou came hard, tightening and forcing me to come as well. "AHH! BAKURA!" "RYOU!" we screamed and collapsed, panting.
Ryou had done an exceptional job on me this time, but I wasn't really sure he was up for another round. I glanced over to the man who was watching us, his eyes sparkled with lust from watching, hearing, and sensing our experience. I was burning slightly still, and I wondered if I could somehow convince him to be screwed by me. I'm sure he would like to screw me, but I wanted to dominate him, unless he fought me for it and won. I don't like to simply take it. I am one for a good fight.
That's why I have a reputation for being feisty. I am bound and forced to take it eventually, but I will not let one get it from me without a fight.
I moved over to the young man. He was actually very sexy, which was definitely a pleasant change from the large, ugly, sweaty men who often enjoyed my unwilling company. "Here is a tip, for the food, I can't do all the work for you." I purred "You have to fight me if you want me." I wondered what was going through the man's mind. He knew of course that I needed to be fought for my body, but did he really think I would just bend over and take it? He would have to be really st-!
Ryou made a funny noise, halfway through a scream and a laugh, as I was tackled into the cushions by our master of the night. I began to wrestle frantically with the man on top of me before he caught me in a passionate kiss and my mind began to grow fuzzy. I had NEVER been a willing receiver. I was a giver by nature, so even when Ryou did it to me it felt forced. This man however... He had an imperial quality, from his perfect voice, to his fiery eyes so strangely like my own.
As the man struggled against me, I felt myself grow annoyed at my own disadvantage. I was tired from my round, and my most sensitive parts were already exposed. He took advantage, and soon I was lying mostly still as my hands were trapped behind my head by his, and he began to lick and mark my neck and jaw line. He was obviously more than ready, but seemed bent on giving me as much pleasure as he could.
"What's your name?" I gasped.
He paused for a moment, obviously coming up with a fake one. "Yami. It means darkness."
His fake name suited him. As his clothes came off, I realized he really WAS not only around my age, but dripping with sex appeal. His muscles were perfectly toned, and he had an elegant exotic charm that I lacked in his perfect tan skin. He was a little shorter than me, but he made up for it where it counted. Gulp... I really don't know if it will fit.
He nibbled at my nipples, causing me to moan again as he snaked one of the hands that had been binding mine down the side of my body towards my entrance. Did I really actually want him inside of me? We both moaned as he pushed his erection against mine. We pushed our hips together as we craved the delicious friction. Ryou tossed the lubrication to Yami who caught it with the hand that had been keeping mine bound. Slicking up his fingers and erection, he pushed a finger into me. My now free hands found their way into the hair of the man on top of me. It was strangely spiky and colorful, but he caught me in another deep kiss as I gasped from his next two over eager finger's penetration. I fiercely battled his mouth with mine, and our teeth clashed as our tongues fought savagely, until he found a small bundle of nerves inside of me. I broke apart from him with a gasp as I pushed against his fingers harder frantically searching for that pleasure again.
It was time to get down to business. Yami figured I must be ready, and he pulled his fingers away from me replacing them with something much larger and harder. "Oh Gods!" I cried out. He was going to break me! "Relax... oh you're wonderful..." His eyes closed as he sighed from the pleasures I needed to give him. I forced my body to relax as much as possible. Soon enough his thick, hard, hot cock didn't hurt as much anymore and I moved my hips slightly as a signal for him to move. Slowly he pulled out all the way to the tip before pushing all the way in again, brushing my good spot and making me cry out "AH! there!" Soon the room was full of the sounds of our bodies slapping together. I need something else to make me cum besides just him inside of me though, and as I near my breaking point, he grabs my own erection and gives it a few hard pumps. "AH!AHHH! YAMI!" I come powerfully, coating his stomach with my seed, as he fills my tight passage with his own hot secretions, with his own pleasured scream.
I collapsed. I was now thoroughly spent. Before I drift into unconsciousness however, I feel Ryou curl up next to my sweaty body and fall asleep, while Yami was now drifting off on my other side.
Another job well done I guess.
Yami's pov
I awoke before the two next to me. Bakura must be especially tired, I really put him to full use. The two guys slept soundly, Ryou looked soft and cute lying cuddled up next to Bakura. Somehow they had cuddled up close to each other in their sleep arms wrapped around each other. Bakura looked rather content without the haunted look in his fiery eyes glaring out of his face. I now could clearly see the strange scars marring the otherwise perfect bodies. Cruel marks were carved over their backs and arms and legs. Pain seemed to have been engrained into their very flesh. Punishment or worse? Bakura had many more than Ryou.
I looked around this room, and began to explore some of the drawers around the room. With each new drawer I feel another wave of nausea. No wonder they were so surprised that I wanted to make them feel good too. I wondered how often the implements in the drawers around were used... Chains, whips, knives, and many other painful looking implements I hadn't even the slightest clue were used for. Wow. I feel rather guilty now. These guys must have been hired constantly only to be put under the tortures of perverted sadists. I guess I wasn't much better.
Looking down into a particularly gruesome box I glance back at the peacefully sleeping figures of Ryou and Bakura. I recalled Ryou's gentle face, and imagined him bloody and screaming. Pleading. Desperate. Then I looked over the protective figure of Bakura who would make an even more terrible bedmate lashing out and screaming in rage and pain, his eyes full of malice. Powerless.
That settled things in my mind. They were going to be my slaves, and MINE alone.
Izuka the sex-slave master gaped at my request. "Sire! They are my best bed-slaves. You can't just take them, they are only now hitting their prime!"
"Do not speak to the prince in that manner." My royal guard hissed. "His request WILL be carried out. Understand?"
I locked eyes with the foul woman, and she broke our gaze. "Understood. Just try and keep Bakura off of you. I can't be responsible for them even if they are still staying here. I will fill out the paperwork, and they will be officially yours."
Now nobody can touch them but me.
Snow: OOOOH Bakura's gonna flip when he finds out exactly who bought him and Ryou!
Wild: *sigh* It's really too bad that I already know how this will end up.
Snow: But Atem doesn't care that he is, like, totally USING Bakura and Ryou like pets! Why is that?
Talon: That should be obvious. He is the prince, he is used to getting whatever he wants, and he is also used to owning many slaves.
Snow: That reminds me... when do I start my bits?
Wild: When an actual romance chapter comes about, my dear.
Wildtalon Snow: YAAAYY! ANOTHER CHAPTER DOWN! What is to become of these new shocking developments? I guess we shall see! PLEASE REVIEW! IT'S WHAT KEEPS ME WRITING! If I get enough reviews I will try and post another chapter before I go to Japan.
