Author's note: The title for this one is an homage to the forever princess of pop Britney Spears. Good track to listen to while reading, too.

S is for Slave 4 U

"Hey Isis, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Joey."

They were both sitting on a couch, alongside Duke, waiting for Yugi to finish closing the store.

"We know who Yugi and Kaiba and even Bakura were back then, with Yugi being a pharaoh and everything. I... that might sound weird, but-"

"You wanna ask her about you," Duke deadpanned.

"I'll have you know that I was gonna ask if everyone was around, smartass!"

So what if he had then planned to innocently ask about himself. Duke Smartass Devlin didn't need to know that. Isis smiled kindly to him.

"Not everyone was there, no. Some of you have younger souls. Give me your hand."

Joey obeyed. He knew Isis was the real deal, although a small part of him was worried that she was just screwing with him right now.

"Yes," she quickly said, "You were there."

Joey was thrilled, and curious. Who was he? What was he like? One of Yugi the Pharaoh's most loyal and badass guard, maybe?

"Look into my eye if you want to see."

She didn't need to ask him twice.

After a flash of bright light, Joey saw a young man who looked exactly like him, in a beautiful, lavish bedroom. Gold, silk, more gold, wealth and opulence everywhere. Holy shit, he thought, I'm fucking loaded! I must be some kind of noble or royal! His excitement fizzled when he put more attention to his own person and saw clothes that were barely more than rags and no shoes or sandals, but metal rings around his ankles; his attire definitely clashed with the room. It was only at this moment that Joey realized his alter ego had a metal collar around his neck.

Fuck, he realized, I'm no fucking lord or king, I'm a servant - worse, I'm a slave! Before he could fully process it, the wooden door swung open and a man entered, with deep blue robes and a smug expression on his face. Joey audibly gasped. That was Seto - or Seth, whatever.

Joey immediately covered his mouth, but they did not hear him anymore than they saw him. As soon as the door was closed, he was on him, one hand digging through his blond hair, the other one already caressing his body. It felt a little overwhelming even to watch, and Joey was trying to process that he was apparently a slave to Seto's alter ego. The taller man was kissing him eagerly now, his passion reminding him of Seto.

"Shhh," his lips brushed against his ear, which he scratched his teeth against before applying a light pressure on his shoulders. "You're supposed to be quiet," he reminded his slave once he was on his knees.

He had a hand behind the slave's head - the message was rather clear, and the blond visibly wanted nothing more than to obey, so he quickly freed the priest's cock from his robe. Impatient, Seth pushed his head down towards him, quickly sliding pass his pink lips.

"This should keep you quiet," he chuckled.

The young slave was sucking him off eagerly, kissing and licking and sucking every inch of him like he had never tasted anything so great. His hands were firm on his head, his hips thrusting into him, and now Joey's eyes could not move his eyes from them. It was like watching himself with his boyfriend (questionable cosplay choices aside). He could tell his alter ego was doing his best to keep his gag reflex at bay, and soon the priest stopped and pulled out.

As he was catching his breath, Seto - Seth - pulled him up on his feet and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Joey saw his hands rip the rags off his partner's back, causing the worn out piece of torn fabric to fall down, revealing every bit of his tanned skin and lean musculature. The blond seemingly took that as a signal to do the same, stripping the taller man from his fine blue silk robes.

Seto was walking forward in their passionate kiss, making the slave stumble a bit backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell on the soft mattress. I can't believe I used to be his sex slave, he thought in a corner of his mind. Is this a joke? Maybe Isis was trying to fuck with him for asking. But at the same time, it looked like Seto, sounded like Seto, felt like Seto to see how the priest was kissing and grabbing and holding him. It looked like... like...

With a light push on his shoulder, the blond's back landed on the silky cushions, and the priest grabbed his ankles, lifting his toned legs on his shoulders. The blond shivered when he felt the first kiss on his ankle, and arched his back when other butterfly kisses on his foot followed, until he kissed the metal around his ankle.

"One day, I'll find a way to remove these off you."

He loves me, Joey realized, we were a forbidden love! Holy shit, we really are soulmates! He watched as his past self smiled lovingly in response.

"With you, I am free."

Seth was kissing his way down his calf, done his thigh, kneeling to plant kisses in his inner thighs before his tongue reached his target. His lover arched his back, chills visibly running across his whole body as he was being tongued so expertly. Fingers soon replaced the tongue, making the slave bite his hand to keep quiet, and once he was well prepared, properly relaxed, something bigger was pushing against him.

The blond threw his head back as he felt his hardened manhood slid inside of him, and almost immediately he was rocking his hips eagerly with him. The priest leaned forward to kiss him, roughly, hungrily, and Joey's alter ego was responding in kind, digging his fingers in his deep brown hair as their tongues danced together.

It was so good, so powerful, and now the brunet had his hand around the blond's hard cock, jerking him off as he thrust into him. Joey could tell his alter ego was doing his best to keep quiet, his nails digging into his muscular back. It was so overwhelming - he did not expect that Seth could not last long like this.

"Come on," Seth whispered to his ear, "Let go for me."

And at that Joey blushed as his past self came a bot too loudly, his clenching and spasming taking his lover over the edge with him.

After another flash of bright white light, Joey was back on the couch with Isis. The others had left to sit in Duke's car, chatting as they waited for them.

"Did... did you also see?' he asked.

"Yes," she casually replied, her voice warm and kind as always.

Joey's face flushed.

"There is no need to be ashamed," Isis said. "I will not speak of it with the others of course, that is... rather too intimate. But it was true love, as you saw."

"You're not trying to mess with me, are you?" he asked, looking at her with suspicion.

"No, that was the truth. I would not be able to show you a lie even if I wanted to. Your past self's name has been lost to history, but your soul was a young man who grew up as a slave. After he started serving the priest, Seth quickly took a liking to him and their... secret affair began."

She smiled to him.

"They spent their lives hiding it. A high ranking priest like him could hardly be seen with a man, especially a slave."

"So we were some secret lovers banging each others behind everyone's back - but goddamn it, I can't believe I was a slave! Yugi and Seto get to be all cool being pharaohs, while I'm spending my whole past life working myself to death for people who thought I was property!"

"You were born a slave, but you did not die a slave. When he was crowned pharaoh, Seth freed you. Your relationship remained a secret, but thanks to him you were a free man."

Joey felt a bit emotional at that thought. So he had really loved him, and truly meant it when he said he would find a way to remove his shackles. Somehow, it felt comforting that his past self had been happy and in love with Seto's alter ego.

"I believe the others are waiting for us," her melodic voice brought him back to reality.

He took a few seconds to recollect himself and get up.

"Yeah, let's go."

She was already waiting by the door; they left together to sit in Duke's car.