TDW Purely Carnal Emotions

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

DISCLAIMER: Calls Manager is it mine yet!? ... uhU?...Okay...I see...WELL DAMNIT HURRY UP! -.- nope not mine yet sigh

FINALLY! After what? 4 weeks I'm able to post this SORRY! Bows a mil. I got distracted, first week we had testing at my school, second week I got a writers block -.- I dunno how ta write lemons, third week...we had the computer fixed and I couldn't write! Waaaaaaaaa! Fourth week I started writing and HERE it is! :D ain'tcha proudda me?

Anyhoosies I got the lemon done... and I need a beta, any volunteers? And I also need someone who can help me with lemons...any volunteers?

A few things I learned when writing this: Lemon writing can be HARD! I CAN get writers blocks! The cat office assistant for word can be very...provocative [ex. ArgHH! Stop rubbing against the screen like that!] not to mention very cute , i.e. does not mean for example, it means 'id est' Latin for 'that is', I am not the only pervert in school.

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Atemu pulled the reins of his horse, halting in front of a moderately doing tavern. He let out a long breath and unhorsed, Bakhemet following closely. "I wonder how Rishid is doing." The pharaoh asked the russet-eyed bodyguard leading his horse and that of the slave's towards the tavern stables.

"What the hell should I care?" Bakhemet gave the reins of his horse a hard sharp tug. "Damnit! I swear this horse hates me!" Correction, Tasunke, the spotted, cream-colored Arabian horse didn't hate the snowy guard he absolutely loathed him. The mount was pulling back savagely and glaring flaming daggers at its holder.

Staring at his harassed...friend Atemu laughed. It was HILARIOUS watching Bakhemet struggle, the guard was normally able to control everything because of his terrifying demeanor and eagerness to kill but a horse that didn't speak Egyptian was immune, besides if Bakhemet did kill the beast he would have to walk home, and THAT was something he would loath to do, because Payu, the horse Atemu was leading, was for the slave and the slave alone.

"Shut UP you damn bastard!" Bakhemet took a moment to glare daggers at his superior, unfortunately that was the moment Tasunke decided to comply, in a flick of his hooves the horse darted forward dragging Bakhemet into a puddle of thick red mud. The Pharaoh was leaning on his stallion clutching his side.

"Y-y-you stupid I-id-I Idiot!" He grasped his sides howling with suppressed glee. It felt so GOOD to be able to laugh like that, he was never able to be so...uncharacteristic in the palace. 'I should sneak out with Bakhemet more often.' Atemu thought laughing even more at the sight of his Chief Bodyguard struggling to get up with the thick muck sticking to his tattered robes.

Narrowing his eyes, the Albino cupped a glob of the red dirt and slung it with precise accuracy at the Pharaoh's chest knocking the man backwards into another puddle of mud. Bakhemet laughed his trademark cold laugh, which in turn got him a large glob off goo straight in the face making him lose his trained sense of balance, as he collapsed another large glob hit him in the chest. Bakhemet stayed down and cupped another fat blob and slung it straight to the pharaoh's face laughing all the way.

The street suddenly became a large mudslinging war zone for two undercover royalties, they were both covered with mud and were unidentifiable so it was just fine but that didn't mean they were invisible.

Rishid the tavern owner walked over to his door to see what all the commotion was about, this was the quieter side of the market and was a little more secluded. It wasn't really that good for business but those who preferred silence most often paid more, so he was able to live moderately well.

He laughed silently. It was rare to see the young Pharaoh laughing or playing anymore and this little scene just made his heart flutter; he was like a big brother to his friends in the palace and if they were happy he was happy. He slightly frowned though as he saw the horses. 'Three horses? Tasunke and Kakura those can be accounted for...but Payu?' Indeed Tasunke, Kakura and Payu were the three horses that were most frequently ridden when his friends decided to pay him a visit, but Payu didn't have a rider...to what he could see, and neither did she have and bags to carry.

"Yami! Bakura!" He called, using the aliases the two used when outside the palace. He smiled as two mud smacked faces looked at him in confusion still holding up globs of mud. They both looked so hilarious, so cute, and so innocent.

Atemu and Bakhemet looked up from the middle of throwing large mud balls. Getting up with difficulty Atemu stood as tall as he could, trying in vain to regain pride. "Cough yes, hello Rishid." Atemu nodded and walked heavily towards the older man.

Rishid chuckled slightly he watched Atemu flush and walk towards him, Bakhemet lingering dumbstruck for a few more seconds than Atemu then struggling as fast as he could to stand up hr lightly tripped as he scuttled uncharacteristically to catch up to the Pharaoh.

The scar-faced man bowed slightly, "Does my Pharaoh and his guard require a bath?" He teased. Both men half-heartedly glared at him, after all he was a very close confederate with very long ties and they had just messed up the front of his tavern.

"Thank you Rishid, but we are just going to the market to purchase a slave. Though we could perhaps have some water and a washcloth?"

' 'Purchase a slave'? Well that clears that up.' Rishid mused "Certainly, and perhaps a place and some food and drink for your horses?"

"Sure" Bakhemet replied eager to clean up, buy the little brat they needed, and get back to his snowy haired lover, drag the boy into darkness, pin his lover to whatever surface he could find and pound into him like there was no tomorrow. Crap! His crotch started to tingle, thankfully though Atemu smacked the guard's face with a cool wet cloth, slightly distracting him from the erotic thoughts revolving about his lover.

After about thirty minutes of silent cleanup by both men, with the occasional interjection of Rishid asking them if they needed anything else they were off on their way down the old trodden road towards the city market.

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Rousing with the same slow rocking that had lulled him to sleep, Fernec slowly raised himself up. 'Amazing' he thought. The pain that had plagued him all through the trip had all but diminished. Standing fully, he bent down and picked up the container Ro had left for him. Opening the container a crack, he stared at the reddish cream scooping a tad up with his middle and forefinger and rubbed the salve around his wrists. Replacing the waxed cover he picked up the piece of cloth Ro used to clean him up with, stripping two small strips of the cloth he tied the ends of the remaining fabric together and made a sort of makeshift pouch, he dropped the jar into the bag and tied it around his waist in the most inconspicuous position possible.

Just as the boy finished the door creaked open and four raiders entered. "Oi! The boy's outta his chains!" A pig-faced raider screamed running forward in attempts to subdue the unshackled boy. He had, unfortunately, never heard of how good the boy was at man-to-man combat.

Bracing his left foot against the ground behind him and loosening his right foot to be able to efficiently lash out at the man, Fernec waited for pig face to reach him. As soon as the raider came into kicking range Fernec's leg suddenly lashed out catching the thief in the groin. Taking opportunity as the man was keeled over, Fernec brought his knee up effectively bring the man to lala land.

Snapping out of their trance, the other men ran to try to corner the boy, clap him back into chains and drag him into the market square. Glaring at the men who started to surround him the boy braced himself again and became a sudden blur of kicking and punching.

'Damn, those brawls came in handy after all.' He said sadly remembering a time past when he would get ravenously drunk (with the displeasure of his parents of course) after successful hunts with his friends, though he didn't like drinking all that much the only reason he ever did and to that extent was because his friends were either able to trick him into stupor or he was challenged. And a challenge was something the boy was loath to turn away.

"Bastard!" He yelled as the fourth and last bandit came at him brandishing a nice shiny sword that Fernec easily sidestepped, grabbed and used the hilt to hit the bandit on his head successfully sending the man to be with his fallen comrades.

"Suckers" he snickered dropping the sword and going through the open door.

Grabbing the escapee boy by his arm the robed man pulled Fernec closer and grabbed the opposite arm; clasping chains onto the boy's wrists he drew the teen's head towards his face. "I may have helped you last night, but you mustn't forget that I am still currently one of the bad guys." Ro's low voice whispered to the youth.

"Let me go!" the boy ground out struggling fiercely.

"I still have my duties." The elder responded walking out to the sun. "But I also still am in great debt to your parents." He unlocked one of the manacles. "It is the least I could do." He whispered and handed the chains attached to the cuffs to another man. Ro silently left the ship to find a life different from that of a raider.

"C'mon you little whelp!" Goron, the raider Ro handed the chain to roared yanking on the four-foot metal chain.

'Just you wait you asshole, just you wait.' He thought shifting his hands so nobody would notice the unlocked manacle, but where he could still be able to move his hands to his front as quickly as possible.

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Grumbling about something or the other, Bakhemet walked a bit after his liege. They were now very close to the market and the russet-eyed guard did NOT appreciate the people around him. 'Insolence! Insolence all around me!' He thought, wishing ardently to be able to at least mutilate the naked kid running around...WHAT? He was annoyed as hell. Not to mention the Pharaoh hadn't been any help chastising him about how he drove everyone away glaring at them like that.

'Damn Pharaoh, so what if I'm terrifying? It ads to my charm ne?' He inwardly grumbled '...Oh now what!?' He inwardly moaned stopping as he saw he had strayed about five feet from the pharaoh.

"Bakura" Atemu called staring at something at the docks.

Complaining all the way, Bakhemet walked the five feet he had strayed towards the Pharaoh. "What?" He asked glaring.

"Look...what do you think of that?" He said pointing towards the docks where a Grecian slave ship was unloading.

"Hn, so what?" In spite of his words Bakhemet's eyes showed intense interest at the scene. A large four or maybe five-foot chain lashing out at the raiders who tried to subdue the form attached to the chain-whip.

"This one's tough." Putting his forefinger on his chin Atemu looked on as the chain was grabbed by one of the faster traders. The boy clasped in the shackle grasped the links and pulled hard. The trader, one of the stubborn stupid ones held on and was dragged towards the boy who promptly kicked him in the face and lashed him with the chain.

Seeing that the boy didn't seem to mind the man's scream and the slight sound of cracking bone Bakhemet stepped forward. "I think I'm starting to like him." He grinned as the youth lashed out again at another raider who dared step within the four to five foot reach of the chain.

The boy was tiring fast they could see, his chest has heaving and his back was slightly arched. The raiders noticing what the Pharaoh had noticed took the opportunity and attacked all at once. Struggling with what seemed to be a heavier chain the teen jerked it around one last time before the bandits reached him. That wasn't the end of the fight though.

Elbowing one of the men the young man yanked the chain some raiders had gotten a hold of. He kicked another man and head butted another stepping back trying to get a strong surface to back up against. The chain was grabbed again.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" An authorative voice bellowed out at the raiders in High-class Egyptian. Alas not all of the raiders spoke the language and kept on trying to hit the boy. Eyes flaring with anger the tri-haired teen ground his heels to the ground. "MIND CRUSH!" at least four raiders collapsed, eyes still open but glassy and lifeless.

Striding forward, the white haired Egyptian grabbed onto the slightly bloodied chain and jerked, making the boy stumble forward face first landing by the feet of the Pharaoh's bodyguard.

"How much for the boy?" Atemu asked the closest raider.

Bowing the scared raider responded in broken Egyptian. "H-he isn't o-o-ours to sell m-milord."

"He is mine." An unaccented voice behind the Egyptians answered.

Atemu and Bakhemet turned. "How much for him?" Atemu repeated roughly his hand going for his pouch.

"He is a rare delicacy hm?" Striding forward the gray haired man lifted the now kneeling boy's chin to face him. "A pale, golden haired beauty unspoiled, untainted. His price is higher of that which a normal noble can afford."

"Unspoiled?" Atemu asked "Then what are the bandages across his chest for? I doubt even traders" he spat the last word out, "would waste such precious cloth on a slave without a shirt." He really didn't like this gray haired gray-eyed man, and the radiating arrogance emanating out of him was only one reason.

"Just a little lesson." He said, looking at the boy one last time "fifty gold. Final." He smirked, there was no way this man would have that much on him right now, and he would sell the boy for cheaper once this noble left.

"One-hundred gold."

Damocles jaw tightened, no way! There was no way this — this bastard could have that much money on him.

Atemu handed the man a large bursting pouch. Looking at his comrade the Pharaoh slightly nodded and started to walk away.

"WAIT!" Damocles shouted narrowing his eyes at the retreating figures.

Turning to face the man Atemu's eyes glowered. "Yes?" What could the slave commander really say? Nothing, absolutely nothing "Yes?" Atemu repeated. If the pharaoh was called he expected an explanation, and this being lower than he just called...now what?

"Who are you?" Damocles asked, "No common noble would be foolish enough to carry this amount of gold with them," He raised the bag "and no common noble would be able to use shadow powers so easily." He grabbed the pharaoh by the neck, not a very wise thing to do but the commander had had it with young impudent people.

"Let go of me." The Pharaoh said in even tones, darkness rising around him.

The commander seemed too lose his anger at the impending darkness and let the pharaoh go. A life in the shadow realm was a life the man didn't need.

Turning heel, the Pharaoh and his bodyguard left the scene the blonde fearfully following. 'Out of the frying pan and into the fire.' He thought.

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"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Seti growled out, he did NOT like being disturbed, even if it was by royalty...or close to royalty and Khenema'at was pushing his limits but the sandy blonde had his orders and he would have fun following this order so no worries. He grinned.

"His arrogant highness and his bodyguard left...I'm bored" He drawled and grabbed the taller man's wrist dragging him out. "Let's have some fun! I've gotten some new...toys, and games since you became Mr. Lock-myself-in-my-room-and-never-come-out!" giggling insanely Khenema'at ran still dragging the pissy High Priest.

"I do not CARE! Let me go this instant." He yelled, and was obeyed, unfortunately they were going at a very fast pace when Khenema'at stopped making Seti stumble slightly.

"Here we are!" Kenema'at grinned psychotically.

Looking up Seti gulped, Khenema'at's room...not good, not good at all. Kenema'at opened his door and shoved Seti in. Step 1: Take Seti out of his room. Complete.

Now, Step 2: Get the High Priest Drunk and Horny. Begin. Kenema'at chuckled as he closed and locked the door behind him.

[( WOO! A lot of unsubstantial things up there ne? Sorry, I'm sleepy and I, for some odd reason write things differently and uncharacteristically when sleepy T.T, anyways...)]

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SORRY To those at FF.net ' I don't want this story deleted and lose all my precious reviews, ANYhoosies so anybody want a sherry?

[(Link to Purely Carnal emotions full lemon: http:// adultfan. nexcess. net/ aff/ story. php? no= 23962& chapter= 5 take out the spaces)]

contentedly sips sherry

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6 hours later

Fernec was still awake, impressive after what his and his new (he hated to say it) master had done... They did it 4 times in a row. Turning against the larger man he slowly crawled out of the bed, he didn't want to wake the man who had given him pleasure after all. Wincing at the pain that lanced up and down his back he walked over, still naked, to where he knew the drapes were and pulled on the golden cord that parted the drapes to the balcony.

Silvery blue moonlight spilled into the room showing parchment scattered all over the floor. walking into the moonlight he stopped at the balcony's edge. He took a breath…the scenery of a desert oasis shrouded in the silvery light was astounding, Diana's long fingers seeped through every crevice and touched what she could.

He looked on then gave in to his pain. His home and family were destroyed then his innocence taken...his heart hurt, it wasn't fair! How could the gods have abandoned him so easily? What could he have ever done to deserve what he had gone through?

From its resting place on Fernec's left hip his right hand trailed up to the iron collar around his neck...Now what was that saying? Ah! 'Iron to bind the fey.' Sighing his thoughts drifted to his dark dragon. 'Aldara...I hope you're alright.' He knew of his dragon's whereabouts, the Shadowrealm, as some called it but didn't know of how the great dragon fared.

His hand strayed slightly downwards at a bruise the other gave him when they were, what could he call it? Lovemaking? No, they didn't even know each other. Rape? He wasn't exactly against it. Perhaps just call it sex, yes, that was right just plain old sex. Sighing in frustration he turned with slight difficulty at the bed they had shared, the man couldn't be blamed for his actions...perhaps...but it wasn't entirely all the blonde's fault either. They had done something to him, the man with the sandy blonde hair, and the female brunette healer. Agh! What was he going to do?! He sighed quietly again, talking would have been a good option, but he couldn't understand a word spoken since he had arrived.

Biting his lip he started towards the bed hiding his pain in a mask of apathy, he needed to see the other's face. In his previous state of pleasure he wasn't able to see straight. Arriving at the bed smiled slightly, the man looked so vulnerable but he couldn't see his face, reaching out a tentative hand he brushed brown tendrils of hair back shivering slightly at the electrical shock he received when his fingers brushed up against the others cheek. His eyes widened, Oh gods the man was beautiful! Long lashed eyes fluttered slightly when moonlight reached the other's eyes, long, dark-chestnut hair falling across the man's neck and eyes, and a smooth pale complexion rare amongst people of his race completed the picture. Lowering his head he gave one soft, smooth cheek a peck and lay himself beside the sleeping man...Perhaps, the man was one who would just ignore him and he could escape somewhere.

He wouldn't stay in this place of trickery and pleasure for long; he preferred truth and hardship anyways. Gathering resolve he unconsciously snuggled against the other man falling into a deep slumber.

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Looks up O.O My GOD! I cannot believe I wrote that! -.- so how was the lemon? My friend said it was good, but it doesn't have the…umph I like in my lemons...what do you think?

I'm in a slight ditch right now, can anyone give some suggestions on what to do next?

I'll wait for let's say 10 reviews before I post the next chappie, just wanna see what everyone thinks Really now is it that hard to review? Even if it is just a continue please, I'd be a happy camper, all I want is to see how many people actually read this fic.

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