The Pharaoh was not pleased. Bakura was not behaving. Bakura never earned the Pharaoh's true trust but he'd succeeded in tempting his wrath now.
Bakura's preferences were always in question and the Pharaoh was considered either ambiguous, undecided or without a sexual thought in his mind. Bakura decided it was time to test the theory with an unforeseen element involving fetishes, Bakura's lynx like teeth and a mortified Pharaoh. Sure, Bakura was strange, haunting and a bit unsavory at the best of times, but to draw blood from an unwilling, shocked speechless Pharaoh was a crime.
A very personal crime.
The Pharaoh hated the bite mark on his neck, (that's as far as Bakura made it with fetish or teeth) which may have influenced his entire wardrobe and the seemingly omni present studded collar.
Since it was a personal crime, the Pharaoh knew it would have to be a swift and quiet punishment but still have some resonance. He let his High Priest Seto think of it. After all, one wrong come on couldn't replace the permanent enmity Seto carried for the thief.
The Pharaoh yawned as he walked to his quarters. It was late and he shivered. The seizing heat of day didn't bother him but night temperatures drove him to a heavily furred bed and a well-fed fire place. He yawned again and wondered why he didn't bother to put a shirt on in his bed if he was so cold. His bed called to him. Sexless or no, his bed was the ultimate sign of comfort. Endless pillows, silk sheets that reflected warmth from his fur lined blankets and the pleasing, empty length. The Pharaoh doubted the heat causing him to dislike closeness to other people. Even when it wasn't warm and clammy, he disliked the feeling of flesh near his. Rare occasions proved otherwise but he kept his distance from his subjects.
"Pharaoh." Seto bowed and smiled.
"Hello Seto." The Pharaoh yawned again. Why was his High Priest blocking his bedroom door? "I've told you to call me Yami." He added, stretching.
"Yes, Yami, I have news." Seto smiled and Yami noticed his animal like teeth. Yami disliked the train of thought.
"What news?" Yami asked.
"I've executed your punishment on Bakura." Seto said. Yami understood now. Seto was chipper because he inflicted some sort of pain.
"Oh? I assume it was good since it couldn't wait and you're blocking the path to sleep." Yami said.
"I'm not the only one blocking your bed." Seto opened the stone door and Yami started at a young, white haired boy, tied and blindfolded on his bed.
"Who is that?" Yami asked.
"Who does it look like?" Seto asked. Yami stepped in his room and Seto shut the door behind them.
"Bakura, but it's not him." Yami said.
"No, but very close to Bakura." Seto said.
"Bakura has a brother?" Yami blinked.
"Yes. A well loved secret." Seto smirked. "He is yours now. Whatever you do with him, remember he was taken from Bakura as Bakura's punishment, I don't think he minded." Seto smiled, bowing and exiting before Yami recovered.
"I'm going to untie you but you can't struggle, you might hurt yourself." Yami said, blinking at the boy. His hands were tied, resting his lap as his knees hung over the side of Yami's bed. His white hair framed his face and Yami took a dagger from a nearby table. He cut the leather bonds and untied the blindfold. Yami wondered what exactly was so interesting about his sexual preferences that would cause such dissention. He preferred being hit on to receiving boy slaves in his personal quarters.
"Why am I here?" The boy seemed confused.
"I'm not sure myself. What is your name?" Yami asked.
"Ryou."
"You are truly Bakura's brother?" Yami asked.
"I was raised believing so, Pharaoh." Ryou said, blinking.
"That's a yes then?" Yami said.
"Yes, Pharaoh." Ryou said.
"I have no idea what is possessing my Council lately but this is really a new level of irritation." Yami glanced around his chambers. "You can sleep over here." Ryou slid down and followed the agitated Pharaoh to the side of his chambers to a soft loveseat.
"Yes, Pharaoh." Ryou said.
"How long has Seto had you here?" Yami asked.
"A few days, Pharaoh." Ryou said.
"Long enough to tell you to behave or suffer?" Yami asked. Ryou swallowed as he nodded. "You're not a slave. I am going to treat you as I would your brother. You aren't being punished and I have no idea why Seto thought this would be suiting." Yami shook his head.
"My brother doesn't like me being with people, perhaps that's what made Seto think it would be a suitable punishment, Pharaoh."
"Call me Yami. Why wouldn't he like seeing you with other people?" Yami asked, finding a spare blanket and putting it in Ryou's arms.
"It's hard to explain." Ryou yawned.
"And you're tired. Go to sleep. You don't need to worry about this, situation, right now." Yami rolled his eyes. Why was it so interesting to test his sexual tastes?
Author: Hehe. Yami is funny when being tortured. Open for suggestions. Easy on the flames, first Yuugi fic. Any pairings suggestions?