Slave of Destruction

Slave of Destruction

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh and blah blah blah blah blah. There. Done.

This fic is hereby dedicated to Ryou-Bakura, or, on other sites, Bishojo Shadow!!!

YAOI WARNING

Chapter 11

Reunited

“Bakura, please...” Marik hissed. “You can’t break into Set’s home!!”

“I will do whatever it takes, Marik!” Bakura snapped. “I will do so as soon as Set leaves, and YOU will keep quiet about it.” Marik sighed and nodded.

“I will but please. Be careful.”

“I will.”

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Ryou smiled at Hemaka as he passed him a book. Ryou climbed up the ladder and put it back into its place. The library doors opened, and Hemaka ran over excitedly, hugging Set around the middle. Set laughed and pet Hemaka in the head.

“Hello, Hemaka.” He said. “Is Ryou here?” Hemaka grinned and nodded, taking Set’s hand and pulling him over the shelf that Ryou was up. He pointed up a few feet above Set’s head. “Ah. There you are.” Set said, and reached up, grasping Ryou under the arms and lifting him down.

“Hello, Master!” Ryou said, nuzzling him. Set smiled and kissed Ryou’s cheek and pet Hemaka on the head. Hemaka grabbed Set’s hand and pulled lightly.

“Yes?” Set asked and Ryou watched as Hemaka began making gestures with his hands. Set watched Hemaka, then smiled and nodded. “Yes, I will. I hope you haven’t spilled the secret?” Hemaka shook his head. “That’s my boy.” Set said, and pat Hemaka on the head again. “Well I believe that I have some lessons for Ryou, here.” Ryou blinked. “I’ll see you later, Hemaka.” And he turned and left, letting Ryou wave to Hemaka over his shoulder. Hemaka beamed and waved back. Ryou smiled and wrapped his arms around Set’s neck.


“What lessons, Master?” Ryou asked, and Set smiled.

“The lessons we were going to have this morning.” Ryou blinked, and then, his eyes widened. “I am going to erase your fear of my true form.” And he stopped at a door. He opened it, and walked in, closing the door behind him. He set Ryou down, and Ryou looked around. The room was empty. The walls were black, as was the thick plush carpet, and lit by several wall sconces. There was a rustle of cloth, and Ryou turned, seeing Set step out of his clothes, now naked. Ryou backed away. Set stared down at him.

“Remove your clothes.” He said. Ryou gulped, and slowly obeyed. Set and Ryou stared at each other. Set slowly knelt, and held his arms out to Ryou. Ryou took another step back.

“Do not be afraid. Come.” Set said, and Ryou slowly obeyed, moving into Set’s reach. Set pulled Ryou into his chest and hugged him, gently. He began to rock Ryou back and forth, and the boy finally let his arms encircle his master’s neck.

“There. You see? I am Master. I am nothing to fear, my little one.” And he nuzzled Ryou’s ear with his snout. Ryou shuddered, and Set sighed. “I want you to lie down on your back.” He whispered, and he released Ryou. Slowly, the boy obeyed, laying back on the carpet.

“Hands by your head. Legs apart.” Set said, and Ryou obeyed. Set smiled and reclined next to the boy, reaching out and stroking his cheek. “Do not fear me.” He said, and Ryou gulped and nodded. He closed his eyes as Set’s hands massaged and caressed his body.

“I may have a different face, but I am your master, Ryou. I am the same being.” Ryou gasped when he felt the god’s lips on his chest, teeth nibbling the soft skin. Ryou whimpered at the tickly feeling of the coarse fur on the god’s face. Set spread Ryou’s legs wider as he moved lower. Ryou gasped and arched his back as he felt Set take his penis into his mouth. Ryou whimpered as Set easily took it all into his animal mouth, massaging it with his tongue. It was an odd sensation to Ryou, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. All he knew was that it felt GOOD. Set wrapped his hands around Ryou’s hips, massaging them with his thumbs, smiling to himself at Ryou’s pleasured moans, and in no time at all, the boy had released his fluids into his master’s mouth.

“Now.” Set said, pulling away. “Was that not pleasurable?”

“hmm?” Ryou asked, and Set laughed.

“On your knees, my slave.” He said, and Ryou slowly rose to his knees. Set stood and slowly paced around him, inspecting every inch of his slave’s body.


“Perfect.” He hissed, reaching out and feeling his slave’s skin. Then, he dropped to his own knees behind the boy, pulling their bodies together. Ryou gasped, then moaned as Set’s hands rubbed his chest. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes, Master.” Ryou breathed.

“Oh?” Set asked, sounding disappointed. “Who?”

“My yami, Master.”

“Ah. Yes. Your yami.” Set hissed into Ryou’s ear. “Spread your legs, my pet...” Set hissed, slipping his fingers between Ryou’s legs and stroking his thighs. Ryou shivered and moaned, spreading his legs wide as Set began to gently squeeze his sacks in his palm.

“Are you still afraid of me?” Set whispered into Ryou’s ear, and the boy shook his head with a moan, letting his head fall back. Ryou ran his tongue over dry lips, wetting them, and Set leaned down, brushing his lips over those of his slave. Set smiled and continued to kiss his little slave, his eyes watching the boy’s sex slowly growing erect. He let one hand move around the boy and rest on his abdomen, just beneath his navel, and he held the boy against his own body. His other hand stopped it’s activities, and slid back. He trailed his finger between Ryou’s buttocks until it found the boy’s entrance, and then it slowly worked its way in. Ryou purred and couldn’t help but to thrust his hips back into the intruder, bringing it deeper inside of his body. Set smiled and nuzzled Ryou’s neck, adding a second finger, then pulled them out and brought his height down to seven feet from twelve.

“Bend over.” Set hissed, and slowly bent the boy over onto his hands and knees. Ryou closed his eyes and as Set began to press inside of him, he groaned, and let his head fall, locking the joints in his arms to keep himself from slumping to the floor. Set exhaled loudly as he slid his penis deep into his slave’s body. He gripped the boy’s hips tightly as he drew out, and pushed back in. Ryou let out a lustful cry, shoving back, taking his master in as deep as possible. The god bent over his slave, pressing his chest to the little one’s back, and wrapping an arm around his waist, holding him to him while he used the other to support himself. And then he began to thrust in and out. Ryou continued to moan, barely able to support himself on his arms. If it weren’t for the arm around his waist, he would have collapsed already.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Enter!” Set called, between grunts, and to Ryou’s horror, Horus walked in. The god quirked an eyebrow at his uncle and the slave, then sighed and shook his head.

“Honestly, Uncle, do really think I wanted to witness this?”


“You. knew what I would be doing. In here. Nephew...” Set panted, beginning to thrust harder. Ryou cried out, arching his back, trying to bring his master deeper into his body. Horus rolled his eyes.

“No, I didn’t. If I did, I would not have come in. Seeing you take your slave like that brings back bad memories of the night you raped me.” Set stopped and sat up, giving his nephew an irritated look.

“I hardly needed to hear that, Horus.” He snapped, and Horus shrugged, then grinned at Ryou’s desperate whimper.

“Uncle, I believe that you are upsetting your little slave, there...” He said, and Set grinned down at Ryou.

“He’ll live. What is the meaning of your business?”

“Ra has said that he will think on what we have asked over night. He wants us all at his Palace at first light tomorrow. He will resolve all then.” Horus said, and Set nodded, before looking down and rubbing Ryou’s back.

“Very well then.” Set said, and Horus smirked when Ryou yelped when Set thrust into him again, and groaned, closing his eyes when the movements continued.

“Well, I shall leave you to it, Uncle.”

“Please do.” Set said, and Horus laughed, leaving. Ryou was blushing finding what had just happened to be horribly embarrassing. The door opened a crack again, and a box was slid in. Set noticed this, while Ryou did not, and he smiled then bent over his slave again and continued until he released, filling Ryou. The last thrust was especially hard and pleasing for Ryou, who gasped as he reached his own orgasm, spraying his semen over the carpet. Set smiled and nuzzled Ryou’s shoulder.

“There now that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He asked, and Ryou snorted.

“Not until we got an audience.” The boy grumbled, and Set laughed.

“Sorry about that.” He said, pulling out of Ryou, and then settling down with the boy in his lap. Ryou cuddled close, and smiled as Set once again put on his human face. After a kiss, he stood and dressed, and Ryou did, too. Then, Set went to the door and picked up a box, which Ryou recognized as the one that Ptah had given his master. Set smiled, then moved back over to Ryou and settled down onto the floor, next to Ryou.


“I have a gift for you.” He said, and Ryou blinked. “Close your eyes.” And Ryou obeyed. Set smiled and opened the box, lifting the gift out. “Okay. Open.” He said, and Ryou obeyed. He blinked, then turned to see the object dangling from Set’s fingers by a leather cord. Ryou’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open as he stared at a familiar golden eye placed in the center of a triangle that rested within a ring from which five points dangled.

“The. The Millennium Ring!” Ryou gasped, and his eyes filled with tears. Set smiled.

“It is a perfect replica.” He said, and as the Ring turned on it’s cord, Ryou saw the symbol of Set engraved in the back. “I had it made by Ptah himself especially for you, my little one.”

“For me?” Ryou whimpered, and Set smiled and nodded.

“Yes. For you.” He said, and with a joyful cry, Ryou reached out for the Ring. Set smiled as the boy gripped it in his hands and hugged it to his chest, tears streaming down his face. He released the cord and watched the boy put it over his head and around his neck. Ryou smiled as he felt the familiar weight fall against his chest, and he laid his hands on the metal. Set frowned as Ryou’s smile faded. Ryou looked up at Set.

“It feels. Strange. Not being able to feel Bakura in my mind.” Ryou said, and Set nodded.

“I understand.” He said, and caressed Ryou’s cheek. Ryou sighed and leaned into the gentle touch, closing his eyes and smiling.

“Thank you, Master.” Ryou said, and climbed into Set’s lap, hugging him tightly. “You are the most wonderful, thoughtful god of all.” And Set laughed, standing and holding Ryou.

“Oh I am?” He asked, and Ryou nodded, sniffling. Set laughed and carried Ryou from the room. “Let’s have dinner.”

Set slowly opened his eyes and sat up. He had to be at the Palace of the Sun in an hour. He looked down at the little slave curled up by his side, clutching the Ring to his chest. Set smiled in adoration. He silently slipped form the bed, not wanting to wake his little angel, dressed, and left.

Bakura stood before the gates of the Palace of Storms. He had waited for news that the Lord of the House had left, and he finally did. As soon as he got word, he left for the home of the Chaos Lord. When Set left, he was always away for at least two hours. Bakura felt a smirk cross his face. He turned and ran along the wall until he got to the back of the house. There, he began to climb up a tree, and from a high branch, he leapt to the wall.


“OOF!!” He grunted, dangling from the edge. Quickly, before he could be seen, Bakura hauled himself over the edge and dropped into the garden. There was a gasp, and he turned and leapt on the slave.

“Girl” He hissed at her, pinning her to the ground and covering her mouth. “I’m looking for someone. He looks like me. Tell me where he is!” And he gave her a viscous shake. Her eyes widened, and she glanced at the house. “WHERE?!” Bakura hissed, and pulled his knife. The girl’s eyes widened and shook her head. “Where is he?!” And he held the knife to her throat, his eyes glowing in fury. Slowly, she raised a shaky hand and pointed to the house. Bakura glanced up at the palace. “Where?” He asked, and he uncovered her mouth.

“I don’t know!”

“Any guesses?” Bakura snapped.

“M-Master’s room! Or the kitchen or maybe the Library! I don’t know!!” She gasped. Bakura snorted, and stood, then brought the hilt of his knife down on the back of her head, and she slumped down, unconscious. Bakura dragged her under some bushes where she wouldn’t be easily seen. Then he turned and sprinted towards the house. He reached one of the doors and darted in. He looked around, and seeing no one around, he flew down the hall. When a few slaves passed, he hid behind one of the great black columns in the corridor, watching them pass. He smirked, and darted down the hall again, his red robe from his Tomb Robbing days billowing behind him. He turned a corner and ran straight into Akunosh. The slave yelped and fell back on his ass, with Bakura straddling his waist and pressing a knife to his throat. Akunosh stared.

“You!” He gasped. Bakura glared.

“Me. Where is Ryou?” He hissed.

“You’re his...”

“I am his lover. I am his yami. And I. Want. Him. BACK!!! NOW WHERE IS HE!!!”

“In Master’s room!!” Akunosh gasped.

“Take me there.” Bakura hissed, and jerked Akunosh up and marched him before him, the knife pressed into his back. Akunosh led Bakura through the halls and up several stair cases. But as they moved down the hall towards Set’s room, they heard voices.


“Master!” Akunosh gasped, and yelped as he was hurled into the wall. Bakura dashed down the hall and slipped into Set’s room and ran across the room and hid behind the curtains. As he did, the bedroom door opened, and Set strode in. Bakura glared, then froze as he finally saw Ryou, curled up in the large black and gold bed. His eyes narrowed as Set sat on the bed and reached out, running a hand down Ryou’s back. Ryou stirred and blinked his eyes open. When he stretched, Bakura wanted to cry, he was so happy to see him alive and well. Well dead and well... whatever...

“Hello, Master.” Ryou said, and Bakura watched his little lover leap into his master’s arms and kiss his cheek. Set laughed and hugged him.

“Hello, little one. Sleep well?”

“Yes!” Ryou announced in a perky tone. “How did your meeting go?”

“Wonderful. Ra has promised to discipline Akenaten.”

“Oh! I’m glad it turned out well!!” Ryou chirped, and Set smiled stroking his hair. Bakura stared as Set gripped Ryou’s upper arms and pulled him closer. Ryou’s eyes widened.

“GET YOU FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HIM!!!” Bakura screamed, pulling his knife and charging. Set jumped, startled, and whirled, dropping Ryou.

“NO!!” Ryou screamed, and leapt between his master and his attacker as the knife fell. Bakura yelped as a huge hand gripped his wrist and lifted him off of his feet, flinging him across the room and into the wall, where he slumped to the floor. Set stood and grabbed a sickle, raising it to cleave the intruder in two.

“MASTER, NO!!!” Ryou screamed, and hurled himself onto the intruder. Set lowered the blade, staring down at his slave, shielding the intruder with his own body.

“Move aside!!” Set snarled.

“No!!” Ryou gasped, and Set’s eyes widened, before narrowing and glowing red.

“I GAVE YOU AN ORDER, SLAVE! NOW MOVE!!!”

“I WON’T!!” Ryou screamed back, and Bakura slowly opened his eyes, his entire body throbbing in pain. But he jerked his head up at a scream, and stared as Set grabbed his lover by the hair, lifting him off of his feet. Ryou shrieked at the pain in his head at that, and Bakura leapt to his feet.

“Don’t touch him!!” He screamed. Set hurled Ryou across the room, where the boy slid across the floor. Ryou sat up, and saw Set grab Bakura’s hair and jerk him up to his knees, then bent him back, baring his throat.

“The penalty for attacking the God of Storms is his OTHER domain. DESTRUCTION!!!” Set roared, and raised the sickle. Ryou gasped, then screamed.

“NO!! YAAAAMIIIIIIIII!!!!!” Set stopped, and looked at Ryou, seeing his tear streaked face. He then looked down at Bakura, who had his eyes closed and teeth clenched.

“Yami?” He asked. “You are his yami?” And he released Bakura, who fell back to the floor, gasping. Ryou flew past Set and hurled himself onto Bakura, who grunted. Bakura blinked, then gasped and clutched Ryou to his chest.

“Ryou!! Hikari!!!” He gasped, and felt his own tears beginning to soak his face. “Oh, Ryou, baby!! I found you!!” And he began to sob. “I’ve got you, Ryou. I’ve got you. And I’m not letting go. I promise!!” Set watched the pair.

“Yami!!” Ryou was wailing, over and over again, clinging to Bakura as if afraid that Set would tear them apart. Set watched them for a few more minutes, until both had calmed down.

“So.” He said. “You are Bakura.” And Bakura looked up, slowly standing.

“I am.”

“And you have come for your hikari.”

“I have.”

“And you know that I shall not simply hand him over.”

“I do.” Bakura said, then both looked down at Ryou who was kneeling on the floor, staring down. Bakura blinked and knelt, staring at Ryou’s chest. He slowly reached out, staring at the Ring.

“Ryou. What’s this?” He gasped.

“M-Master gave it to me.” Ryou said, softly, and Bakura stared, and for some reason, tried to reach Ryou through a mental link. He was disappointed when it didn’t work.

“Mister. Bakura... I must ask you to leave my home.” Set said, and Bakura slowly stood.

“Gladly. Come on, Ryou. We’re going home.” And he strode towards the door. When he reached it, he stopped, and turned around. “Ryou?” He called, and Ryou slowly stood, and keeping his eyes on the floor, he backed away from Bakura until he was beside Set. “Ryou”

“I I can’t.” Ryou said.


“Ryou!” Bakura gasped, turning completely to face Ryou.

“I can’t go with you, yami. I’m sorry.”

“Ryou! Of course you can come with me! You belong with me!!”

“I belong here, Bakura.” Ryou said, and slowly looked up. “I belong with Master. This is my place now. I I’m sorry.” And twin tears trickled down his face, mirroring Bakura, who looked heartbroken.

“You you don’t love me anymore?” Bakura whimpered, and Ryou’s eyes widened.

“Bakura, I would never stop loving you!!” He gasped.

“THEN WHY?!?” Bakura screamed, dropping to his knees, and Ryou lowered his eyes as Set placed a hand on his head.

“Because he belongs to me. He knows this, and has accepted this. It would be best if you accepted this as well. Now leave.”

“NO!!” Bakura screamed.

“Bakura...” Ryou whimpered. “I’m sorry, but. You should. Go.” Bakura recoiled as if he had been slapped.

“Master?” Akunosh asked, poking his head into the room.

“Akunosh, remove this man from my Estate.”

“Yes Master.” Akunosh said, seizing Bakura. Bakura threw Ryou one last desperate look, but the boy did not look up. Bakura felt his heart shatter, and he allowed himself to be dragged from the room. As soon as the door closed, Ryou dropped to his knees with a gasp.

“Bakura...” He whimpered, and Set quickly knelt, gathering the boy into his arms.

...

“Bakura!!” Yami gasped, and ran to the other yami as he stumbled into the room. Ahmose and Mikado stood, and Seto rushed to Bakura’s side as well. The white devil jerked away from Yami and Seto and staggered over to Marik, who stood and gasped as the smaller yami fell into his arms, sobbing.

“B-Bakura!!” Marik gasped. “What is it? Did you go?!”


“Go?” Yami asked. “Go where?!”

“Bakura went to the Palace of Storms.” Marik said slowly. “To steal Ryou back.”

“WHAT?!” Ahmose gasped.

“Did you go through with it, Bakura?” Marik asked, and Bakura sobbed.

“He. He wouldn’t come home” He wailed into Marik’s shoulder. “He wouldn’t come home with me!!”

“Set would not let him?”

“RYOU refused! Set did nothing!!! Ryou. Ryou didn’t want to come.” Bakura said softly.

“Ryou knows the laws.” Seto said. “He knew that even if he had left with you, he would only have been brought back again.”

“But. But RYOU!!!” Bakura wailed, and slowly slumped to the floor. Marik knelt and lifted Bakura into his arms, looking near tears himself.

“Shhhh... hush, Bakura we’ll get him back, my love” And he turned and carried Bakura out of the room.