Yu-Gi-Oh was created by Kazuki Takahashi. I claim no ownership of any of the series, or characters in the series; further more I do not and never will earn any money for writing fan fiction of any sort including this fiction.

Warnings: Sexual Assault (Sorry People) and Strong language.

The Dragon's Child

Chapter 21: Fear of the Golden Child

Daiyu moaned and lifted is head. He was sore all over his nether region throbbed painfully but he realized he was resting on a soft bed of sweet hay. It smelled nice, and was surprisingly cool.

"Daiyu," A deep voice spoke softly. There was an unfamiliar thrill in his heart when he realized it was the white dragon Kiamana.

A hot breath hit Daiyu's neck as the larger dragon hovered over him. Daiyu looked up. His vision swam and the larger male's musk was overwhelming him. Daiyu blushed and buried his nose in the sweet alfalfa. Then his senses returned. His ruby eyes widened in fear.

"Where's Jou? Is he well? Is he safe?" The black dragon tried to get up.

"He's fine," Kia assured. He nuzzled the other dragon's slender neck. He purred…was he actually purring? Dai made him feel like a fledgling in spring.

"I want to see him," The black dragon tried to get up. Kia gently held him down.

"Rest," He said in a hushed tone, "I will…I'll bring Jou to see you. Sleep for now. I promise to be back with your kit quickly…

…Sugoroku paced the infirmary his face set in a severe frown. That boy. He had only left the room for a short time and when he had come back he found only an empty bed.

There was a knock at the door. The old man answered hoping there was news on the boy's whereabouts, or better yet the boy himself safe and sound. No only Mokuba and Noah stood there looking worried.

"Have they found him yet?" Mokuba asked his voice shook. The boy was such a caring child he was crying over a virtual stranger. Noah remained unemotional (on the outside). The younger child was holding onto Mokuba's arm and he gave a very slight comforting squeeze to his older brother. Sugoroku might have smiled if he were not so worried. Noah tried to hide it but he really loved Mokuba very much.

The old man shook his head and sighed, "No. I am terribly sorry."

"W-Want us to wait with you?" Mokuba offered. The physician gave a weak smile and nodded.

He offered them some tea, 'You take yours black, right?" Mokuba nodded. The old man looked to the little boy who looked so similar to Seto. He gave a warm smile, "I know Noah likes cream and sugar in his tea." Noah nodded, but stayed silent.

Sugoroku turned to the small stove in the corner. It was of a duel purpose. It kept the room warm when the mountain air got too chilly, and also was used to cook and brew potions on. He set a kettle (already filled with spring water) on the stove and reached into his cupboard for his tin of black tea and some delicate porcelain teacups that had belonged to his great grandmother. They were enchanted to never break or chip and clean themselves. They looked new, but they were actually over a century old.

There was a scraping sound at the infirmary window. The man set the cups and tea on his small work table and peeked outside. A huge blue eye peered back making him jump, but the startled man opened the window.

"How is Jou doing?" Kiamana asked with a worried voice.

"Ah," Sugoroku sighed.

The one blue eye that was staring at them man narrowed, "Daiyu wants to see him. Is he able to leave the infirmary?" The blue eyes looked past the old man to try and see the boy but the view of the infirmary beds was blocked by a white screen.

"Kiamana, the thing is," He frowned ant tried to break the news gently, "Jou seems to have wandered off and…well…we haven't found him…yet…but I am sure that Lord Kaiba will rectify the situation soon."

'Ok," The white dragon answered seeming to take the news well. The old man was counting down from ten in his head. He only reached six…

The large blue eye widened. Kia roared, "WHAT!"

…Seto was following his king and his servant. There was a bellowing roar that caused them to cover their ears, further the entire castle seemed to shake with the echoes of it. The governor pushed past the others and ran toward the east wing where he was certain the roar came from. He recognized the sound of his dragon. Kiamana was distressed and that could be extremely dangerous. The king and the apprentice physician followed suit…

…Jou covered his ears in fear. The roar rattled his cage. The blond boy had attempted to use his magic to open the lock to the door already it only resulted in gaining him painful burns on his hands and wrists. The cell was enchanted against magical attacks only the key would open it apparently.

He wrapped his arms around his legs tighter but mindful of his painful burns. He wished he knew a way to heal his burns but he didn't know any spells he only seemed to be able to make things move.

Jou rested his chin on his knees and began to hum the song his mother (his human mother) Had sung to him so many years ago.

"That sounds very pretty," A familiar and much unwanted voice called to him.

Jou shivered. He heard the lock clicking but he refused to acknowledge the man, Rafael.

"Are you cold?" The larger blond asked, to Jou he actually sounded concerned. Jou looked up to see the man frowning.

Rafael could not help himself the boy was just so damn beautiful. He seemed harmless. Rafael himself easily overpowered him. He shrugged off his cloak and reached around the boy wrapping it behind the teen. Jou tensed reminding the man of a frightened rabbit. The man leaned in as he secured the cloak. Jou almost smiled he had been cold, not to mention exposed.

Rafael smiled and spoke, "You are so lovely. I want you. If you behave I can get you out of here."

Jou gasped as the hands that had been fastening the cloak traveled down his chest. He tried to back up but hit the wall. If Rafael cared about Jou's obvious discomfort he could not tell. Rafael's large hands ghosted down his chest barely touching Jou's hardened dusky pink nipples.

A hand found its way down his stomach resting just above the hair that surrounded his penis. The other hand had moved behind him pulling him forward. Rafael cupped a soft cheek of Jou's bottom and gave a gentle squeeze. Oh how he wanted this young fresh body as his. He looked into the boy's wide frightened eyes. They looked deep amber in the dim light but he remembered how golden they had looked in the sun. His hair was golden blond. His skin looked like delicious caramel. The boy was golden all over. His hair shined, his eyes glittered, his skin glowed. The man wanted to have the boy in the sunlight, but for now. He just enjoyed the smoothness of the boy's skin, the springy soft flesh.

He stroked the boy's pubic hair. It was slightly course but much finer than his own. The boy's penis was a decent size, but of course not as big as his own. He wondered how long and thick it would become in arousal. He stroked it. Jou whimpered in surprise and fear.

"No," The boy whispered.

"Shh," Rafael soothed the boy leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss. His other hand began rubbing the skin between the globes of Jou's ass. The puckered hole there clenched and Jou squeezed his eyes shut. The man was touching him. It felt weird and scared him. Besides that he was extremely close to Jou's biggest secret.

"No, no, no, no," Jou's voice came out in a pleading whine. But it was too late. The man's finger went too far and slipped inside a second hole.

Rafael's eyes widened in surprise as his finger was engulfed in moist heat of a hole that was definitely not supposed to be there. He slipped his finger out and backed away a bit.

"Shit," He whispered. He knew that he was in trouble. The boy was a hermaphrodite and that could only mean one thing. He was…he was just fucked. The boy…he should have known. This beautiful child was a temptress indeed. Only by magic or divine intervention did a perfect hermaphrodite like this appear. Meaning he belonged to a powerful sorcerer or was an acolyte for a god. Rafael left the shaken blond he let himself out of the cell.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," He chanted under his breath.

Tears slipped from Jou's eyes, "Ma." He wept and cried for Daiyu…

…Daiyu could just sense the distress of his kit. He got up and despite the pain of his heat he follow his instinct. Jou's fear spiked and the black dragon growled. His red eyes shined with the promise of pain ton the one who had made Jou feel so frightened…