Hiya, this is my second Joey and Seto fic. I hope you like it. This is set in around the medieval times.
Warning: Yaoi!! Don't like it? Please don't read it. Okay, the main pairing is Joey and Seto BUT there is also Seto and Yami. Also, this chapter contains a strong sexual content, that is why the rating is R. But there is no graphic sex scenes yet. I hope it isn't too much.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Falling of the Prince
Chapter One
Blinded by lust
The mighty Prince stood on high, as he smirked at the sight of his filthy slaves. Only they appeared to be ants and they blended into the sludge quite well. He inhaled a deep breath, feeling the cool wind rush into his lungs. He sighed and exhaled, satisfied with a profitable day.
"Your Majesty?" His loyal guard called from inside his hall. He turned and entered, the towering ceiling stood high from the floor, every inch was covered in marble. A stealing, silky floor glistened from the arch windows, letting large rays of light enter. The centre of the hall was layered with a thick, red fur rug. His boots clapped on the floor as he neared the wooden, round table. On it's surface was gold; more gold than you could imagine, it was stacked perfectly into a tower.
A symbol of his power.
His blue eyes sparkled at the shier sight of it.
"All is there?" He spoke in his deep tone.
"Yes Lord Seto and much more than the usual amount, I can assure you of that." The small bouncing figure mumbled nervously. Seto smirked and dismissed him with a gentle flick of his wrist.
"Lock it in the vault." He commanded calmly and began to walk back to the balcony. He looked down upon his vast kingdom again, taking in the power; the lust of his heritage. He only felt lust, every other emotion and sense was dead to him now. His heart was a pear of ripe black. Not even the love of his brother could pierce the darkness.
The younger Prince would spend all day in his studies, never speaking to his older brother. Mokuba had no real human interaction for five years now, he only had his teachers. As they urged him to write, he'd stare out of the window and dream of being out of the castle and onto the streets. But since he was far too enticed with the lower cities, Seto had the window seal. Mokuba was now left in darkness.
Looking up, the dreamy sun was now setting, he eyes glittered in its dazzling light. Seto licked his lips and strode back into the hall. He then passed through it and soon was at the foot of his chamber. The large doors stood proud, as memories of nights long pasted returned to him. The blissful cries of shrieking victims only sent his blood aflame. His body was now heated and not even the cold of the castle air could cool his lust. He placed one hand on the right door and another on the left, taking one last breath; he pushed the doors open with an incredible force.
He lifted his head slowly and saw a quivering, young child placed on his bed sheets. Her hands were bond to his canopy, the look of fear was beginning to consume her further. The one mistake every child made, to fear Prince Seto was the one thing that drove him into a unparallel sensation of pleasure. He smirked and chuckled lightly to himself and moved into the room, closing the doors slowly behind him. He turned back on his heal, she jumped once his shocking gaze met hers. He chuckled again, he moved forward; pacing gradually, one foot swung in front of the other. Soon he reached to the side of his huge bed. She leaned as far away from his as possible. Instead of crawling onto the bed and capturing her, he sat down in the arm chair behind him. He folded his cloaked around his legs and crossed them.
He looked at her, softly moving his gaze up and then down again. She was no more than thirteen, pale and very thin. Her long mattered black hair was tattered, looking almost like a lions mane. Her eyes were a wonderful green but her face was covered in dirt. However, her frame was most suitable for the Prince, tiny waist and large breasts for her age, he found this most alluring.
She looked at him so frightened, that he almost took pity on her. But no; he was hungering for some pleasure and refused to give into pity. He placed his hands on the arm rested and stood, he walked slowly to her, glaring at her sudectivly. He sat on the bed, the closeted place to her hands, reaching up he undid her bond. She breathed heavily and rubbed her hands, trying to sooth the burn marks. Seto smiled down at her and took her hands into his and rubbed them. She watched him in a state of pure pleasure, her breathing slowed and her head was moving from side to side, as if about to faint. He glared back to her eyes.
"I will not hurt you… I can give you pleasure; beyond your wildest dreams…" He whispered as he leaned closer to her ear, licking her earlobe afterwards. She gradually nodded and leaned into a deep and meaningful kiss. Well, meaningful for her; but to Seto he was only playing his usual game. The Prince was quite used to dealing with first timers. He pulled away and moved onto her, kissing her passionately and resting himself on her waist.
Surley enough, he took what he wanted from her, enjoying every minuet of it, seeing her fall so quickly for him was so enjoyable to watch.
He lay there, she was sleeping by his side; unaware that she was soon about to be a Mother, along with many other girls in the city. He suddenly felt dirty and removed the covers from his naked body and walked to the bathroom. He was far too tired to call for aid, so he ran his own bath.
He sank his whole body into the warm water, feeling the heat was soothing to his tired body. He lifted his head out from undr the water and reached over for the soap. He slowly massaged his body, cleaning it from her filfth. Seto never liked the fact he had to sleep with dirty commoners, but it was the only way to get rid of his lusty horniness.
Once he was finished, he sat there, doing nothing but storking his member slowly. He moaned and was considering to rub further but was interrupted.
"Evening Seto." He turned his head and saw that his royal aidser was leaning against the door frame.
"Evening Yami, what brings you here at this late hour?" Yami smirked, flicking back his spiked hair and removed his clothes.
"What always brings me here at this late hour." He climbed down beside him and found his penis, he stroked it now. Seto leaned his head back against the side and moaned deep within his throat. Yami purred and moved ontop of him, kissing him softly. Seto held him close and stood, pushing off from the step, they moved into the middle of the bath. It was deep enough to swim in, Yami began to straddle up against him and Seto bobbed with him, they both moaned and kissed each other, first only now and then. However now, their movements were frantic and swift. Soon they both felt a deep and glorious release, they yelled into the steamy air.
They remained in each other arms, Seto kissed his wonderful lover softly on the forehead. Yami purred and snuggled into his neck.
Yami moaned with deep bliss and then gapsed, "why are you so good at this?" Seto chuckled and rubbed his nose.
"Because I am the Prince, silly fool." Yami giggled slightly and sucked at his neck. After many moemments of sucking at his tender skin, Yami stopped and looked at the chamber doorway.
"Set, don't you ever get tired of fucking villiage girls?" Seto sighed with saddness.
"Yes and no really." He replied, then added.
"But I'll always have you." Yami purred and leaped forward, sending them both beneath the water. Seto was first to reach the surface and he brushed back his drippeing wet hair. Yami soon followed, they both laughed and returned to the step, Seto found two towels and chucked one to Yami.
"So, same time tomorrow?" Seto nodded as they dried themselves. Yami put back on his royal garments and kissed Seto goodnight, the kiss was long and deep. Seto pressed their chests to one another and Yami melted delicately onto him. They pulled away half-heartedly and Yami swiftly left him alone.
He returned to his bed, propping his head with one elbow, he watched the sleeping child below him. This was always the part of the night he hated most, the aftermath, there was no happy memories of lovemaking, or no fuzzy warm feeling now; only quilt.
Each and every night, he'd violate a poor and defenceless girl's virginity, out of pure and frustrating lust. Then he'd sleep a little, bathe with Yami and play with him and then return to his bed. Wishing that he had not ruined another life. At first, he swore never to do it again, but the pleasure proved far too powerful for him and it took him by overwhelming force.
He sighed and a single tear rolled down his cheek, these girls did not love him; nor did Yami truly love him. But ever since his Father and Mother were killed, he had never felt love and so he held on to the closest thing to love. But he was only blinded by his lust…
The night lingered for so long after his finally thoughts. But it was now back to duty and royal business, he sent the young miss on her way and he proceeded to the throne room. Already, his advisers including Yami and other officers were already waiting for him.
This morning he was dressed in his finest furs and a dashing red cloak, lined with white fur. It seemed so clean, almost like it was stitched and ironed that very morning. His amazing, jewel incrusted crown sparkled in a new day sun.
He strode in so respectfully, he seemed to own the world with his commanding stride, Yami found himself feeling flushed and heated watching him cross the threshold. Seto reached his solid gold plated throne and sat down.
His day had began…
As the dewy day proceeded on heavy foot, the sun soon passed his windows and reached the tip of the lowest hill. He rubbed is eyes so tiredly and removed the crown from his head. Yami had just finished seeing the others out and he walked back to him.
"Tired my sweet?" Seto nodded and patted his lap, like a master ordering his pet. Yami scooted onto him and snuggled into his neck, staring into his eyes with a deep concern.
Seto sighed, "I'm telling you Yami, I can't take this for much longer, another day like this - I may just hang myself."
"Seto! Don't say silly things like that! It's only been two months since their passing and your birthday is in three weeks; which means you need to find a wife by then." Yami pointed out, rather grumpily. Seto sighed and muttered some cursing under his heavy breath.
"I know, I know! Huh! Why is this coronation crap so complicated?" He asked rhetorically, Yami also sighed and grabbed Seto's head, causing him to look straight into Yami's purple orbs.
"You can always change the law, allowing you to marry another man." He gleamed down at him, now on his knees and staring at him intensely. Seto gulped, for one he didn't want to marry Yami, he wasn't in love with him and two, he promised his Father that he wouldn't change that particular law. After finding his son and Yami in bed together, locked in a heated kiss, when they were fourteen, he hated the idea of homosexuality. He would be true to his Father's will and would not marry another man.
"Aw, Yami I'm sorry, but it's just not possible. Father didn't want that to be changed. Sorry babes." Yami nodded saddened by his reply. Seto hated that look of disappointment, his eyes stopped at Yami's shirt, which was half unbuttoned. He moved up slightly and licked up his chest. Yami groaned and giggled at his wet touch.
"Oh! Set you know how to please me…" They kissed sweetly and the Prince stood, grabbing Yami, who wrapped his legs around his lovers waist. They moved toward the table in the centre of the room and Seto placed him on the surface. Yami relaxed on the table and reached up, pulling him down into a beautiful kiss. Yami licked his bottom lip and they began a sweet and sour tongue battle. Seto moaned into him, feeling his erection grow. There was an amazing amount of passion in this kiss but something vast was missing.
"Ah! Yami!" He yelled out erotically. His thoughts were interrupted by Yami stroking his erection again. He growled and Seto lowered his entire body against Yami, he began to straddle the figure below, causing him to groan and move with him, their breathes turned husky and short. Groan, pant, groan, sigh, pant, pant, pant!! Their climaxes increased swiftly till they couldn't consume it any longer.
"O-" They were both cut off in mid cry.
"Prince Seto! Prince Seto!" One of his guards rushed in, holding a lengthily rope. He shot his head up and the guard stopped in a fright. His mouth opened slightly and Seto growled angrily.
"Well, what is it?!" Seto ordered. His shook his head, suddenly looking down at Yami, his face was dazed with delight, red with heat and all together satisfied.
"Out with it!!" Seto barked, still hung over Yami.
"Sir, it's Prince Mokuba! He's escaped!" He gasped in shock, without hesitation, Seto flung over the side of table and charged towards the door. Yami shook his head and jumped up also.
"Hold up, I'm coming with you!"
Okay, Joey is in the next chapter, don't fear! Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks a lot.