The Devil's Whelp

A Cure for Obstinacy

Disclaimer: I don't own zip, except for my books, my imagination and that dust bunny.

WARNINGS: Yaoi, CBT, D/S, H/C, Anal, AU, Oral, OC, Ship, Slave, SP, and Aphrodisiacs.

Lykaios (Jou's father)......................................wolfish

Fernec (Jou)...................................................independent free

Disederius (Jou called at the alehouse)..............the desired one

Rebel (Jou called by his parents).......................Rebellious

Neferseti (Seto)..............................................Beautiful man of Sutekh

Hebeny-pa-sheri (Mokuba)...............................Little Hebeny

Khenemetra (Yami).........................................One who is joined with Ra

Khenemetma'at (Marik)....................................One who is joined with Ma'at (truth)

Ahmose (Ryou)...............................................The Moon is born

Pamiu (Gozaburo)............................................The old cat

Pasebakhaenniut (Pegasus)...............................The star that appears in the city

          [He gots one Shaaaney eye, also a note on Peggy-chan, he's not originally from Egypt, SO! ^^ I can use his horsy name :E)

Bakhemet (Bakura)..........................................dun really have any meaning...

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Nancy: thing is some people actually like the names changed ^^ dun worry I'm gunna try use names that are close to the original character's but will still be Egyptian.

Kodachi: HAI! ^^ I'll finish the story. I just hate it when people don't finish stories, especially the good ones, but I guess the Ancient fics aren't finished so often because it's HARD to do the research sometimes.

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A lean figure, slightly illuminated by a fading lamp in an ink black room poured through scrolls that covered most of every available surface. He wasn't really sure of what he was searching for—no. He knew exactly what he was searching for; something to bring his brother back, or at the very least show him where his brother was, only thing was he didn't know any spell that could do that, nor did he know if his brother was among the living or the dead. There was scrying of course but in order for that to work you had to know where to scry, and Neferseti, High Priest of upper and lower Egypt had no clue where his lost little brother was.

Hebeny-pa-sheri was the younger brother of Neferseti. On a trip to visit Lower Egypt a band of thieves attacked and burned down the barge the boy was on. Hebeny disappeared, and his body was never found. Neferseti went mad with rage, worry, and regret and almost tore the whole Nile apart; he unleashed all three of his Blue-Eyes White-Dragons, an astonishing feat even for the High Priest. The Pharaoh, his bodyguard and his general had to combine forces to quell the Priests' lust for revenge.

2 years had passed since the incident. The bandits were found, captured, tortured (slowly)(1), mutilated then killed. Seti prayed to the gods for their souls to never find peace. But even so his brother had not been returned to him.

The only sound that broke the silence of the room was the occasional flipping of papyrus pages and Seti changing positions to look for a more comfortable position. In the darkness three pale mists formed watching the High Priests about his business.

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"Ra Damnit!" A loud curse emanated from the Lord of the Lower and Upper Lands. "Where in the name of Osiris Realm is Seti!" He slammed a golden goblet onto the equally golden table glaring at the room. His husband-lover placed a hand over the Pharaoh's hand and soothed it off the cup.

A slave nervously bowed and spoke "M-my L-Lord N-Nefers-seti said h-he would eat w-when he pleased O g-great Pharaoh." He stammered, Pharaoh Khenemetra, known better as Yami to his close friends, may have been known as the most kind-hearted and loved Pharaoh of all his ancestors but a pissed Pharaoh was not a very nice Pharaoh no matter what dynasty.

The dining room they were in was not like any other, specifically designed by the Pharaoh for himself and his closest friends. Instead of chairs there were soft fluffy cushions and the table only reached the young king's knees, gold adorned the legs and surface of the object. And the floor beneath the cushions was made of soft, black and gold painted wood.

His chief bodyguard chuckled "Seti does what he wants when he wants. He won't come out of that mess he calls a room without a fight."  He bit into a piece of roast oxen meat relishing the taste; (2) it was rare for the pharaoh to have red meat prepared even if he was the most important, and richest, man-god in Upper and Lower Egypt. Bakhemet chuckled, "He won't be lured out by food and wine Yami."

"I know that." Yami said through gritted teeth.

"Ya know what I think?" Marik, General of the Pharaoh's army asked. "I think he needs to get laid." He nodded. "A good lay can cure the body and calm the soul." He grinned ferally "Getting laid is very good, very good indeed." Grabbing his Husband-lover by the waist and depositing him on his lap. Malik laughed and fed Marik a piece of red, roasted meat.

"O posh! Is that ALL you EVER think about Marik-pa-sheri? (3)" Marik growled "Seti will NEVER even look ANYBODY without his little brother back with him. No no no no no! No Indeed. I think seduction will have to have a part here." Pegasus said with that descending and ascending tone he always used in talking. The man grinned. "What do you say my Pharaoh?" Pegasus may have been a crackpot fool sometimes...scratch that, most of the time but he wasn't in the Pharaoh's council for nothing. (4)

Yami raised his brow. There were nine people in the room currently, Yami and his husband-lover Yugi. Marik and his husband-lover Malik, Bakura and his husband-lover Ryou; Pegasus (his wife was currently with her father in Lower Egypt)...And Ishizu and Shadi who stayed quiet for most of dinner. The Pharaoh wondered who in the realm of the gods had Pegasus have in mind?

"And who do you suppose in all of Egypt even has the slightest chance of seducing Seti. He is as cold as he is beautiful." He sighed and took a swig of his goblet.

Marik took one last bite of his share of roasted oxen then started on the next delicacy he could lay his hands on, namely, Malik. "Well," the killer said with a mouthful "maybe not in Egypt," He licked at broken skin. "Perhaps from Greece? Or Rome? They say beauties abound around those areas and I heard that the Slave Market has new wares."

Yami and everyone else in the room flinched. He may have been Pharaoh with power, but that power had an equal amount of boundaries he dare not cross, and despite his disgust of the selling of lives, the Slave Trade/Market was one thing he couldn't just forbid without a fight that would cost Egypt the Nile (5). All he could do was the prevention of the buying and selling of...wares less than thirteen years of age. He had also forbidden prostitution of children ages less than fifteen. But in spite of Yami's obvious repulsion of the slave trade, Seti needed something (or someone) to bring him back to earth...maybe just this once?

"Perhaps" Yami said carefully, the Market was something no one present in the room spoke lightly about...with the exception of Marik who had been to too many wars than his sanity would allow, but Malik loved him...that had count for something...right?

"Perhaps...Seti does need someone, Marik, when do these...wares...arrive?" He averted his eyes from the disapproving stare from Yugi to look at Marik's purple orbs.

"In about two fortnights." Bakhemet cut in licking the fingers of his lover. "By the cold season's start." Ahmose gasped slightly and blushed, Bakhemet had wondering hands, one of which had found it's way below his waist.

Yami sighed, "In two fortnights then." The Pharaoh rubbed his eyes, which shot open at the feel of something cupping his crotch. Seeing Yugi's small hand stroking his jewel his last coherent thought was that something wasn't right, he felt warm and tingly all over. (6)

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Ishizu and Shadi left the room trying to get the sound of moaning out of their ears. Pegasus stayed a bit longer, transfixed with his eyes wide then left in a scuttle of a hurry when his senses returned. 

Just outside the door from the dining room to the kitchen two males giggled. The spiky haired brunette whispering to the black haired boy beside him, "You do know that Yami's probably gunna kill us in the morning right?"

"For putting aphrodisiacs in the food? Not a chance, besides this is payback!" Both laughed then started over towards the slaves' quarters.

"There's gunna be a mess in the morning..."

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Neferseti, High Priest of Egypt screamed in frustration. Slamming his hands of on the table and getting up to find another oil lamp. He was in the middle of one of the many ancient papyrus scrolls when the fire died out. The room was inky black so he had hit about 3 small tables, 2 chests, his bed, and 4 chairs before he was able to get a lamp. In going back he knocked over a stack of scrolls, 2 vases and 2more chairs. He was tired to the bone, hungry and sleep depraved but he knew that his brother could still be alive. That alone kept him going, he was afraid that the answer would be on the next scroll and if he slept his brother would pass-on when he was a hair's breadth away from the answer. So he kept on telling himself just one more scroll, just one more.

A light bluish light seeped through the drapes leading to the balcony; lured by the light he exited his room onto the balcony. His room faced away from the city onto the vast garden the pharaoh kept. He looked up at the sky and wept. His brother was the only one he had left; Hebeny meant everything to the Priest, the boy was the only reason he strived for anything.

Seti had been abused as a child. The previous high priest unable to bring forth a child set out to adopt his heir, Neferseti and Hebeny were his dead sisters children and Seti had shown remarkable skill with controlling that of the Shadows. Pamiu, Seti's his uncle adopted both boys, but proved to be an unrelenting, cold bastard. He worked Seti to the bone, only stopping when the child was at the brink. But Hebeny was always there to encourage his brother so the boy kept his sanity.

The Priests legs gave out and, wrapping his arms around his frame he cried harder, not the hard wailing sobs of a grieving parent, but silent heart wrenching sobs that shook him to the core. Silently he prayed for his brother, for his own past, and for both of their futures. His face still tear streaked, he laughed bitterly.

"This won't do...Ori," He said using his brother's pet name "I will find you, I promise." With that he stood up, wiped his face and went to his desk, stretched a bit and went back to his work.

The silver mists looked at their master with hurt and pity, there was really little three blue-eyes white-dragons could do outside of mass destruction and carnage...very, very little.

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          A/N: should I stop here? I've reached at least four pages without comments in one day... a shocker for me, I've never written more than at least two pages with comments for every other fic I've written...

I'll write more ^^

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A man with a burly build raised his head and slightly sniffed the air. "Village close by." He whispered to his companions most of which grinned showing off pearly fanged teeth.

"Food, warmth...women and children" one commented.

"Blood, riches, carnage" another replied.

Rising above a din of voices, a man in black armor on a black stallion commanded; "Take what you want, kill the elderly, disabled, pregnant, and those under thirteen. We only want those who can work or give pleasure. Rape the women for all I care but leave them able to stand!" he paused "or at least dragable."

The troops went forward but the man on the horse stayed behind, his troops would follow his orders or he would surely hear about it.

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Sere sighed, she was sitting on the doorstep with her chin in her hands, "When is big brother coming back?" she turned and faced her mother. "He's been gone for two days."

 "I expect he'll be home before nightfall." The girl whined. "I know you don't want him to come home so soon so you can flirt...with...that...black...haired...boy." Mischief shone through Amaranth's eyes.

Sere's eyes opened wide, she covered her mouth and her cheeks reddened "Mom!...how'd you find out?"

Before the elder could answer there was a chorus of screams heard. The house was a little ways off the village because Lykaios didn't really like too much noise but the house was still close enough to the village that the screams were heard. Sere jumped up and her mother ran to the door. Lykaios was out in the village that day!

Grabbing her daughters hand Amaranth dragged Sere into the woods until she reached a pool with a small waterfall, you could clearly see the opposite side of the waterfall but unless you knew where to look, a cave to the left side of the falls would have been all but invisible. The opening was only enough for one person at a time to crawl through and was obscured by reeds. Amaranth pushed Sere into the cave.

"Sere stay here! Don't move until someone comes to get you or..." she paused, in a lower volume "...or you see that the men leave. There is a little food somewhere around the back of the cave, not enough to last a long winter but at least a weeks ration." Amaranth started to pull back but Sere grabbed her arm and attempted to pull her with her.

"Mama! Stay with me!" Sere cried trying to pull her mother into the cave, she would be alone by the day's end; no one would come for her she knew. Her mother and father would die.

Amaranth shook her head and pushed her daughter into the cave and closed the opening with a stone slab that at she knew would erode and collapse in a few days because of the water pooling around the entrance of the cave. The door provided safety for her daughter in that the cave was further covered and Sere wouldn't be able to exit until a few days or someone from the outside opened the cave.

The woman ran back to the house and retrieved a sword, it was heavy but she lifted it with the ease of an experienced fighter. Her father had taught her to fight, and now fighting was needed.

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Two days ago Fernec had left his family to venture into the woods for the winter needs. Mainly meat and fur, he had ventured far into the forest and the rations he had prepared wouldn't last a daylonger. His hunt was successful though, 4 white hares and a doe.

Whistling a happy tune Fernec skipped back to town. The doe slung over his shoulder and the hares in his satchel. A cup of ale, a warm bed, and hot food was all he was thinking about before a slight whiff of smoke reached his nose.

"Black Smoke..." no matter where you lived black smoke always meant trouble. Fear gripped him "Black Smoke from the village!"

Dropping the doe and the satchel containing the hares he ran to the village, fear aiding his stride.

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...Ugh me tired, this is officially the longest piece of literature I have ever written in such a short time span, minus of course the time I took to pacing...

(1) And Neferseti lead the torture ^^

(2) Ancient Egyptians rarely ever ate red meat, preferring to use the beasts to plow fields and such. They mostly ate greens and fish :D

(3) Adding pa-sheri (masculine) or te-sherit (feminine) to a name in ancient Egypt is like adding a endearance in this case Marik-pa-sheri is like saying 'Little Marik'

(4) SEE! ^^ Not even Pegasus is a bad guy, he's named after a horse but at least not a bad guy (mumbles) just watch what I do with bandit Keith tee hee

(5) Proven with the fight for slaves in the US... yea...

(6) -.- Don't ask, I was on a truck load of chocolates when I wrote this yesterday...