Tales of Arabian Nights

Tales of Arabian Nights

Mally-chan and hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING!!!!

Disclaimer: We do not own Yugioh or I Dream of Jeannie. But hato does own Mikado and Ahmose…

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Chapter 5

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At lunch break, Yami and Ahmose went outside to eat lunch, so they could talk without having to worry about prying ears. Ahmose sighed and sat down under a tree, unwrapping his chicken salad sandwich.

"I called Ishizu last night." He said. "Just in case Marik was with her... he's not...”

Yami sighed. "I asked Malik and Bakura... they haven’t seen him either... he's just disappeared...” He bit into his apple. "He's either with Ryou... or he committed suicide... I'm hoping for the first...”

Ahmose nodded. "I'm positive it's the first. Marik wouldn't have committed suicide." He mumbled through his sandwich.

Yami nodded. "Good." He finished his apple slowly. "So... any ideas what could be going on?"

Ahmose sighed. "I have peices of theories, but not a single whole thought yet... We're just going to have to wait and see if anything shows up... like a palace on top of Mt. Fuji and some lunatic saying that he's the ruler of the world.”

"Any idea what the big wish was?" Yami asked tossing his apple core into a nearby trashcan.

Ahmose shook his head. "No... but whatever it was... Damn... it WAS a big one... bigger than a palace on Mt.Fuji, that's for sure...”

Yami frowned. "You'd think for such an enormous wish... someone would have noticed something somewhere by now...” he said after a moment.

Ahmose sighed. "Not necessarily...” He snorted. "Who knows? Maybe this person has something that we sane people like to call 'discretion', unlike the last guy...”

"I suppose... that just makes me all the more nervous... some psychopath out there has a genie under his command... gods only know what he or she is planning...” Yami said frowning.

Ahmose snorted. "No kidding. And what would they want with Marik? I don't like all of these unasnwered questions... it's setting me on edge, and I don't--"

Ahmose stopped and his eyes went wide, and then, right before Yami's eyes, Ahmose vanished into thin air.

Yami jumped. "Shit!"

Meanwhile in a proverbial desert paradise...

Ryou hugged himself as Ahmose appeared.

"Well well well Pegasus... look what we have here...” Seto said smirking.

Ahmose had appeared in the exact position he had DISappeared in; hands up like he was eating a sandwich, and leaning against a tree. But there was no tree. Ahmose yelped and toppled over backwards, but quickly turned it into a backwards sommersault and landed easily in a crouching position, eyes darting around as he tried to figure out what had just happened.

Seto laughed at that. "Still ever-ready for battle, aren't you Inarus?" he said crossing his arms. "I would expect no less from the pharaoh's bitch."

Ahmose's eyes widened, then narrowed and fury, and in a flash, he was charging at Seto and Pegasus both, but his eyes were on Seto... and on fire...

"SETHOS YOU TRAITOR!!!" He roared, his twin blades appearing in his hands in a burst of black flames.

"Oh shit!!!" Pegasus yelped, dropping his wine and scrambling out of his chair to get out of Ahmose's intended path of destruction.

Seto however showed no fear. "Ryou, I wish this pathetic weakling's magic taken from him!" he said firmly. Ryou winced and teleported between Pegasus and Ahmose and grabbed onto Ahmose hugging him tightly, literally draining the magic away and binding what little remained within him, dropping Ahmose to the floor once the wish was complete.

Ahmose gasped and stumbled to his knees, a bit pale and shaken at the sudden loss of his sorcery. His blades faded. Ahmose snarled and shoved Ryou aside.

"Bastard...” He hissed, jumping to his feet. "I'll kill you with my bare hands!!!" And he leapt at Seto, with homicide his obvious intentions.

"Ryou! STOP HIM!!!" Pegasus shouted.

Ryou once again was between Ahmose and his target and with a wave of his hands, sent Ahmose flying into the wall with an amazing amount of force. It was a wonder in itself the wall did not crack.

Pegasus blinked as Ahmose slid to the floor with a groan, a streak of blood smearing down after him coming from the back of his head.

"Wow... ummm... I said 'stop him' not 'kill him'...” Pegasus said. "Well done but... um... one word, Ryou... overkill." He blinked and looked at Seto. "Or is that two words?"

Ryou sniffled and pouted. "He's not moving is he?"

Seto chuckled. "Heal his head. I don’t need him dying." Ryou nodded and hurried over to Ahmose, healing him. "I wish him unable to hurt us in any way...” Seto said smirking.

Pegasus snickered. "Oooh... that will piss him off, BIG time...” He said, settling into his chair again. A few moments later, Ahmose moaned and moved a bit. He opened his eyes and tried to raise his head, but was overwhelmed by the nausea that flooded through him at that; he probably had a concussion.

Ryou sat next to Ahmose and pulled his head against his chest cooing softly as he began healing the concussion as well. "Ahmose...” he said softly. "Please don’t do this...” he gave his friend and old master a pleading look. "I don’t want to hurt you...”

It took a few moments for the nausea to go down, and the dizzyness to pass. Soon, the disorientation left as well, and Ahmose was finally able to focus again.

"R-Ryou...” He gasped. "What... happened? Where did you go? Where is Marik?!"

"I've been here... Marik is too...” Ryou said softly, brushing some bangs from Ahmose's eyes. "Please remain calm...”

Seto chuckled. "Touching...”

Ahmose snarled and sat up, turning to glare at Seto. Then, he smirked. "Three thousand years and you're still afraid of me, Sethos? Have to hide behind a genie? You're no match for me... you never were, you never will be. And you know it. So you HIDE like the COWARD you are!!!"

Seto chuckled. "Big words from a slave." he taunted. "If I were you, I'd watch what I said... Slavery is legal here... We can wish you unable to harm anyone... and sell you to a brothel. Just think... nightly gang rapings... it will be just like old times."

Ahmose clenched his jaw and grew pale at that. "You... coward...” He hissed, glaring at Seto with more intense hatred than the man had ever seen before.

Seto laughed. "Aww... don’t like being fucked? You've spread your legs for the pharaoh. It's no different." He teased. "Ryou why don’t you make our little friend of the Pharaoh more humble...” he sneered.

Ryou nodded softly and hugged Ahmose once more. "I'm so sorry...” he whispered, as Ahmose became quite naked and vulnerable to his masters.

Ahmose jumped and his eyes widened significantly, turning on Ryou in horror. He quickly curled his knees up before him, and turned his wide eyed look onto Seto. Pegasus just sat there and giggled, enjoying his wine and entertainment.

Ryou hugged Ahmose tighter. "I'm so sorry...” He whimpered as Seto chuckled.

"Oh? Where's the threats now... oh right... you're too busy basking in fear and shame." he taunted.

Ahmose jerked away from Ryou, looking startled, but then narrowed his eyes at Seto.

"You're not changing my opinion of your cowardice...” He hissed. "You're only reinforcing it...”

"Yet you're the one who's pale...” Seto sneered. "Fear of sex, dear Inarus? What do you say Pegasus... should we sell him to the brothel? I hear the drunkards favor those places... he can relive his past EVERY night...”

Pegasus chuckled. "My dear Seto... he's YOUR slave to do with as you please... I will have my fun when we bring the Pharaoh in."

"YOU LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!!!" Ahmose screamed suddenly, lunging to his feet and charging them again in a blind rage.

Ryou's foot however caught Ahmose's ankle, and the poor teen tripped, falling face first into the floor.

"Elegant." Seto laughed. "You'll be a fine bedslave."

Ahmose's hair flipped up over his head, falling every where and baring his back. Pegasus' wine glass paused at his lips, and he slowly lowered it.

"Well... lookit that...” He said, eye wide. "He has the Mark of Anubis on his back again... Fancy that...”

"You know... I've noticed something in your nudity...” he said calmly. "Your back is much more beautiful... likely due to it being unmarred." He added smirking. "Did Anubis decide to spare you the reminder of past transgressions?"

Ryou whimpered and pulled Ahmose back, trembling. "Masters, please...” he pleaded softly. "Don’t hurt him!"

Ahmose glared at Seto. "It's called a second chance... he granted it to ALL of us... and some of us have decided to live better and not repeat past mistakes... YOU two on the other hand...”

Seto chuckled. "Ryou... Why don’t you complete his little back decoration... his attitude needs adjustment... I think fourteen lashings should about do it...” he said smirking at Ahmose. “Is that what it was? Fourteen scars? One for each innocent life you took in cold blood?”

Ahmose jerked his head up and stared at Seto, then whipped around and stared at Ryou with wild eyes.

"R-Ryou...”

Ryou winced and trembled harshly, trying to resist. "I... I d-dont want...” he whined loudly. A loud magic crackling was heard before the magic burst fourth from Ryou, despite his resistance and forced Ahmose to the floor, a whip appearing above him, glowing in it's fury.

Ryou fell to the floor panting and whimpering as the lashings began. "S-stop! Stop!"

Ahmose choked back a yelp, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth as a line of fire traced its way across his back. He fisted his hands and shook as he fought to take the abuse silently.

Ryou tried to cover his ears, to block the sounds of the whip cracking harshly against Ahmose's back but he couldn't block the sounds...

"Masters please! Please stop! You're hurting him!" he pleaded giving them hurt looks. "Please stop!"

Pegasus smirked, watching the blood welling up from Ahmose's wounds and pooling in the small of his back.

"My dear boy...” He said to Ryou. "That's the point." The fourteenth lash fell, and the whipping stopped. Pegasus just smiled slightly and sipped his wine, watching Ahmose shake on the floor.

"Nnnh...” Ahmose moaned slightly, chewing his bloody lower lip.

Seto laughed at this and sat down on the desk. "Ahh much better. You look just like your old self...” he said amusedly. "Perhaps this time a bit wiser for wear. Next time your attitude spikes... I will sell you to the brothel." he hissed. "Understood slave?"

Ahmose tried to still his shaking and snarled slightly, blood trickling down his chin from his bitten lip, and from his clenched fists, thanks to his fingernails cutting into his palms.

"Answer me slave, or I will consider THIS to be attitude." Seto hissed smirking. "And I will have you sent away now, far from your precious Pharaoh."

Ahmose groaned, but still said nothing. Pegasus raised a hand.

"Calm yourself, Seto. Everyone has a weakness... Inarus is unfortunate that we know all of his weaknesses... You know, Ahmose... if we send you to a brothel... I'm afraid that Seto will be losing his slave... perhaps I will have to share mine with him. What do you think Seto... we can pass the Pharaoh back and forth... do whatever we want... it's not like we can't just... WISH him healthy again... we can take him to the brink of death... torture him endlessly... Hell, we can invite friends and host a gang bang!"

"NO!!!" Ahmose finally cried, staring up at the two saddistic men. "No! Please... don't hurt him!!!"

Seto laughed. "Gods Pegasus I love your creativity!" He said clapping in amusement. "That sounds like a PERFECT plan. We'll just rid ourselves of this wretch and fuck and torture the pharaoh every day... we can make his existance worse than the seven hells!"

"NO!!! Damn you!!! Leave him be!!! He's never done ANY thing to you!!!" Ahmose shouted, desperately. Pegasus turned.

"Oh, were you talking? Seto, I beleive that your slave wishes to ask you something...” He said, smiling lazily.

Seto rolled his eyes. "What is it wretch? Cant you see we're discussing matters far more interesting than you?" he said boredly.

"Please...” Ahmose hissed through clenched teeth, desperation clear in his eyes. "Don't hurt him. I... I'll do anything...”

"There now, you see?" Pegasus said, smiling and looking at Seto. "Anyone can be made to do anything with the right incentive."

Seto chuckled softly. "I would just as soon lose him. Ryou's a fine replacement, and I would get no attitude." he said smirking. "Slave, on your feet." he hissed at Ahmose.

Ahmose stared at Seto a moment, then slowly dragged himself to his feet, grimacing at the pain and the feeling of his blood dripping down his body and to the floor.

Seto laughed at this. "So you'll do anything for your precious pharaoh wont you? Fine. You'll be my bedslave." he said calmly. "You will work during the days and warm my bed at night. If I get any attitude, complaint or anything displeasing from you, I'll send you to the brothel and Pegasus and I will share your precious lover." He said calmly. "Ryou take this filthy eyesore to the baths and clean him up...”

Ryou winced softly and shakily got to his feet taking Ahmose's hand. "F-follow me...” he said in a meek voice.

Ahmose held Seto's gaze for a moment, his eyes flashing intense hatred, before he turned and followed Ryou, trying to walk evenly, but he couldn't help stumbling a bit on the way out.

Laughter followed them as Ryou lead Ahmose down the hall. "I-I'm so sorry Ahmose...” Ryou sniffled softly. "I t-tried not to...” he mumbled. "I... I will tend to your wounds... Please... please forgive me...” He said as he made sure to help Ahmose, letting his old master lean on his shoulder as they walked.

Ahmose didn't reply. He didn't know how to. He just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and not passing out on top of Ryou in the hallway.

Once they reached the same room Ryou had bathed Marik in earlier, Ryou helped Ahmose into the water, even stepping in himself and allowing Ahmose to lean on him as he tenderly washed his friend. "I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry...” Ryou whimpered softly.

Ahmose hissed and tensed as the water and soap stung his wounds. He gripped Ryou's thigh hard enough to bruise.

"I... I know... it's not your fault...” He gasped. "I don't blame you...”

Ryou winced and ran the soft rag over Ahmose's back once more, the rag was refreshingly cool, in comparison with the other times it'd been ran over his back. "I... I am trying to ease your pain...” Ryou said softly. "I'm so sorry... I tried... b-but I have no choice...” Ryou sniffled and kissed Ahmose's cheek. "A warm meal and a good night's sleep will help you...” he cooed softly. "I will... try to convince the masters to feed you well...” he cooed.

Ahmose snorted and turned his face away from Ryou. "Somehow, I doubt I'll be getting a good night's sleep any time soon...” He said softly, shuddering in revulsion at the idea of being Seto's bedlsave.

"He won’t bed you tonight...” Ryou cooed. "He will wait until you are healed...” he nuzzled Ahmose. "He will likely take me in your place." He added beginning to wash Ahmose's hair. "I wont let them hurt you... as much as I can I will try to protect you." He cooed comfortingly. "Just try not to make them angry...”

Ahmose snorted, and didn't answer. He just sat there for a while. "Did they... did they hurt Marik?" He asked after a while.

Ryou winced at that, but did not answer he merely continued bathing Ahmose. Once he finished with his hair, he dumped some water over his head and helped him out of the water. "Lay down... I'll bandage your back." he instructed.

Ahmose sighed and obeyed. "What did they do to him?" He asked.

Ryou sighed softly, beginning to spread a cool numbing balm over Ahmose's back, which tingled pleasantly. "You'll see... I will be changing his bandages tonight...” he mumbled. "I've put some magic balm on your back... hopefully your back will not scar...” He said softly as a warm wind began blowing through Ahmose's hair, drying it as he worked. "It should keep you from feeling much pain as well...” he added, beginning to wrap bandages over Ahmose's back.

Ahmose snorted. "I thought Seto WANTED it to scar...” He said softly. "Ryou... where is your bottle?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you anything about my bottle...” Ryou said softly. "They wanted it hidden... secret." Ryou finished and rubbed Ahmose's back comfortingly. "He wanted it to scar... but he never told me it HAD to scar." Ryou said smiling in slight mischief.

Ahmose blinked, then offered Ryou a small smile. "As long as you don't get in trouble...”

Ryou nodded softly and with a wave of his hands, produced a deep purple outfit, nearly identical to his. "This is for you to wear...” He blushed. "It's um... a little breezy in the back."

Ahmose blinked and turned to see what Ryou meant.

Ryou pouted handing Ahmose the outfit. "It's a thong." he mumbled sheepishly.

"WHAT?!" Ahmose yelped. "You're giving me a THONG?!"

"You could always run around in just a kilt like Marik." Ryou reasoned. "At least this takes time to peel off of you."

Ahmose groaned. "Does it HAVE to be a thong?! Or are these prerequisites from Seto?!"

Ryou rolled his eyes. "Kilt or thong. Which is the greater evil?" Ryou said once more. "It's the only choices you have."

Ahmose grumbled for a while, but finally snatched the thing that Ryou had handed him. "This sucks." He mumbled, glaring down at it.

Ryou smiled and helped Ahmose dress. "I'll take you to your room." He said smiling. "Pharaoh would think you were beautiful in that... you know how he loves your body." Ryou giggled as they walked.

Ahmose's eyes widened and he flushed self conciously. "Gods, I wouldn't even wear this get-up for him... but... I guess technically, I am...”

Ryou nodded eagerly. "You should ask Pharaoh when he comes... I bet it would make his day to see you in something sexy." Ryou giggled at that. "You hide behind your clothes... I bet he would love if you showed off a little for him."

Ahmose snorted. "But instead, I have to show off for a slimy pig...”

Ryou sighed. "When pharaoh comes, you can show off for him and mean it." He cooed. "He'll appreciate you for it...”

Ahmose sighed and slouched a bit. "If they even let me see him...” He mumbled.

"He'll be sleeping in the same room as you unless you're taken for the night, or he is." Ryou said softly. "You can sleep next to eachother." Ryou pulled Ahmose into the room with the cots. "This is the slave quarters... You can have whatever bed you want. I dont think Marik has picked one yet. It's nearly dinner... I'll have to begin cooking soon... you may rest until dinner... I wasn't told to give you work."

Ahmose sighed and nodded, slowly walking across the room and to the window. He looked out, and his eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat.

"Is... is that...” He glanced back at Ryou, but his eyes quickly returned to the river. "Is that the Nile?!"

Ryou nodded. "It is." He said smiling. "It's a beautiful sight... despite the position we're in... it comforts me."

Ahmose smiled a bit, staring at the river. "I haven't seen it in a long time... not since my last trip here with my foster parents when I was ten... we were supposed to come back when I turned eighteen... but... they died... But now that I have my memories back, it holds so much more meaning to me...”

Ryou nodded. "It's a beautiful and welcomed sight." He said softly peering out as well. "Please stay here and rest... I will prepare dinner and bring it to you once I can."

Ahmose sighed and nodded slightly. "Thank you, Ryou...” He said softly, then turned and walked over to the nearest bed, collapsing onto his stomach, eyes already drooping closed.

Ryou smiled and draped the sheet over Ahmose before hurrying to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Ryou began bustling about the kitchen his magic making some things prepare themselves.

Tonight's menu was seafood curry, a warm chicken and shrimp based broth over rice and topped with fried shrimp. Toasted garlic bread and a large roasted side of beef seasoned and sliced and salads. Desert was a beautiful marbalized jello-cake.

The scent of delicious food filtered through the palace halls as he worked.

Marik looked up and sniffed the air eagerly, his mouth beginning to water. He finished folding, then hurried out of the laundry room to find Ryou, and the food...

The kitchen was a-bustle with magic and Ryou constantly running from station to station checking the foods, the temperatures, the preparation and the presentation of the food for his masters. He had tied back his hair and was flushed from the heat of the fires, which he ALSO stoked.

Marik smiled, watching him for a while. "Having fun, sweetie?" He asked.

Ryou squeaked and looked up from the massive curry pot, which he was stirring. "Marik!" he said surprised. "You shouldn't be in the kitchen!" He said shaking his head. "You might get hurt!" and with that said, a knife wizzed by Marik at alarming speed to check the roast.

"SHIT!!!" Marik yelped, ducking. "RYOU!!! Jeeze! No sharp objects flying at high speeds, okay?!"

Ryou however had wizzed to a different location as well, and was now kneading dough for the bread which he was about to bake in the old kiln-type ovens. "Marik you shouldn't be in here, I'm very very busy! You could get hurt! I cant concentrate on you AND the food." he squeaked as he worked.

Marik blinked. "Well... what do you EXPECT me to do?! It smells so GOOD!!!"

"It's not for you." Ryou said calmly. "The masters will eat what they wish, and you will get the leftovers." He said softly. "Please dont try to sneak anything."

Marik frowned and pouted. "Yeah yeah... fine...” And he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Once Ryou finished the dinner, he carried the platters one by one out to the table just as he had the previous night and met his masters at the table.

Seto grinned. "We have our own little iron chef." He said patting Ryou's head. "He's quite the magnificent cook.."

"Indeed." Pegasus said, looking over the meal, eagerly. "How are the slaves settling in, boy?" He asked.

"A-Ahmose is resting from his wounds... M-Marik has finished his work for today...” Ryou said offering a weak smile. "M-might I give them something more sustaining than chicken bones?" He offered. "They need strength t-to do good work...” he added reasoning. "They ARE both wounded...”

Pegasus frowned and cocked his head, thinking. He turned and looked at Seto. "What do you think? Inarus is YOUR slave, so he's your choice... but what about the... heh... dog... ?"

Seto chuckled. "Tell me boy, did he do good work?"

Ryou swallowed hard. "He folded the laundry today... all of it. I was afraid to give him more work than that masters... his back is hurting him terribly, and his sunburns... I didn't want to have h-him collapse from exhaustion."

Seto looked thoughtful. "What do you say Pegasus... want to throw the slaves a halfway decent meal today? Ahmose seems to have broken quite nicely... and he'll be working tomorrow as well. I'd hate to have a thin, pale, ugly slave in my bed."

Pegasus smirked. "Very well. Ryou, you may feed them from our leftovers." He said. "Instead of the scraps." And he dug in. "Oh! This is SOOOOO good! Well done, Ryou! Well done!!!"

Ryou smiled softly, glad to have done his friends a service through his masters. "Thank you...” he said softly. "Will I be sleeping in the slave quarters as well?"

Seto chuckled as he chewed his food. "That is up to Pegasus. Unless one of us calls for you to warm our beds, I have no care where you rest."

"Hmmm...” Pegasus mused. "Well... since I'm guessing you will be taking your new pet to bed, Seto... and I don't want to be left out... and I REALLY don't want that rabid blonde in my bed until he's trained... I guess I'll have Ryou keep me company tonight... Oh, this curry is divine!!!"

Ryou shook his head. "I... I don’t think you should take Ahmose for bedding tonight masters...” he said softly. "He's in so much pain his preformance would not be good... it would be beneficial t-to wait until he's more healed... he DID just recieve fourteen lashings... he's physically exhausted... it would be... a-as modern people say... l-like doing a pillow."

Pegasus laughed. "Who said Seto was going to USE him?! He just said he expects Ahmose to share the bed with him!" He said, and looked at Seto. "May as well get that sorcerer used to you and your bed before you try to do him there...”

Ryou blinked. "A-are you sure? W-what if he s-starts thinking he is better than a slave because of the special treatment?"

Pegasus laughed. "Oh, I doubt he'll feel special with Seto."

Seto laughed at that. "Honestly Pegasus, sleeping with me is a great honor." He said calmly. "I dont want my little slut getting a big head... or any blood on my sheets. He can sleep with the slaves until I'm certain he wont be bleeding all over my bedding." He said taking a bite of the roast beef. "Mmmm... delicious." he said smirking. "Slave, when my slut's wounds are healed enough, I expect to see him in my chambers."

Ryou nodded softly. "As you wish...” he mumbled.

Seto chuckled. "Who should we summon tomorrow to add to our slave list? I've been thinking... the floors in our palace need a good scrubbing... I would hate to dirty our little chef's clothes...”

"Hmmm...” Pegasus thought. "What about that Bakura fellow? He's strong. He can scrub. Let the Pharaoh watch all of his friends disappear for a while before we bring him in. He will be broken down when he sees his friends broken and serving us willingly hand and foot."

"Ahh yes Bakura! A fine choice!" He said smirking. "A good strong back on that one... he'll make a fine worker to work with the other dog. I imagine he'll be spending his own time out in the yard. Mongrels that they are."

Ryou shivered at that.

"I enjoy seeing these little slaves work... each piece falling into place. This must be what paradise is like."

Pegasus chuckled. "Oh yes... the tomb robber brought to justice, the genie in our power, and the Pharaoh and his sorcerer helpless at our feet...”

Seto raised his rum to that. "Cheers to success."

"Indeed. After three thousand years; victory!" Pegasus answered, lifting his wine glass.

Both men drank and laughed as they continued their meal... finally when the meal began to grow cold, their stomachs were filled, and they headed to their chambers, leaving Ryou to clean the mess, and serve the slaves.

Ryou hurried to fill two plates and two small bowls with food and curry as the other dishes began washing themselves. He carried the two trays down the hall and nudged the door open. "Marik? Ahmose? I've brought some dinner for you." He called softly.

Marik and Ahmose looked up. Ahmose was sitting behind Marik, changing his bandages.

"Hey Ryou...” Marik said softly, smiling slightly. He winced and jumped a bit.

"Sorry." Ahmose said quickly.

Ryou blinked and walked over to them, setting the trays down. "Ahmose... I can do that... you should eat." He said softly. "Are you two ok?" he kissed Marik's cheek. "I brought you some cake too...” he offered a meek smile. "You can rest easy Ahmose, Seto ordered that you sleep here until your back wont bleed anymore...” he added.

Ahmose closed his eyes and sighed in releif. "What?" Marik asked, turning and looking back at Ahmose. "What about Seto?" Ahmose sighed again.

"I'm his... personal slave." He said quietly.

"That's a BIG peice of the story to leave out...” Marik complained.

"I've been in denial." Ahmose drawled, looking over dinner. "Smells good, Ryou...”

Ryou giggled softly. "Ahmose is always in denial... besides, couldn't you tell from his clothing he was a different slave than you?" Ryou asked hiding another giggle behind his hands. "He's in a THONG you know.."

Ahmose's eyes widened and he flushed. "RYOU!!!" He howled, and Marik turned, grinning.

"So THAT'S why you were keeping your back to the wall!!!" The blonde laughed. "Come on, Ahmose. Lemme see."

"NO!" Ahmose yelped, a slight squeak in his voice.

Ryou giggled and swatted Marik lightly in play (careful of his sunburns). "Marik be nice! Ahmose doesn't like showing off his body, he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to."

"Well, he's gonna have to eventually. He can't scuttle around with his ass to the wall all the time." Marik pointed out, then snickered at the idea.

"If I had my sorcery, Ishtar...” Ahmose growled.

"Ah. But you don't! I can tease you without fear of being turned into a lion cub!!!" Marik announced happily.

Ryou pouted. "I loved the lion cub...” he said softly petting Marik's hair despite him being human.

Marik sighed and rolled his eyes a bit, but humored Ryou. Ahmose slowly backed away and sat down on his cot across from Marik, picking up his soup and sipping a bit from the spoon.

Ryou smiled softly. "I guess you saw Marik's back...” Ryou said softly watching his lover begin eating. "Masters made me... I didn't want to... i-it was horrible...” He lowered his eyes. "my poor Marik...”

Ahmose sighed. "I'm sure you had about as much control over doing that to him as you did with me. Neither of us blame you."

"My poor Ryou...” Marik cooed, hugging Ryou and kissing his forehead.

Ryou sighed and nuzzled into Marik. "Are you two feeling better?" he asked after a moment. "you... aren't in too much pain are you? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Both young men shook their heads, concentrating on their food, Marik especially.

Ryou sighed contently and nuzzled into Marik's arm as the blonde shoveled food into his mouth eagerly eating. Ryou smiled and closed his eyes. "Even in this horrible place... I'm happy as long as I'm with you...” he said softly.

"Tomorrow I will have more clothes... you'll have to wash them and dry them..and fold them." He said sighing. "The masters want them put away as well... you'll have to strip their beds, and take their dirty clothes and wash them... as well as the laundry from the kitchen, and beat the rugs...” he said to Marik. "And anything you want washed in here as well... should be washed."

Ryou gave Ahmose a soft look. "You're to tend to the gardens and make the beds once Marik finishes washing and drying them... you're also to fetch anything the masters ask of you...”

Ahmose blinked. "Tend the gardens?! Only if they want them to DIE!!! NO part of me is green, least of all my thumb!"

"you're just watering plants Ahmose." Ryou said softly. "I take care of keeping them alive... you just trim them and gather flowers for the vases... water them...” he giggled. "The parts that kill them."

Ahmose gave Ryou a look. "Great. I'm the official palace florist." Marik choked on his soup when he burst out laughing.

Ryou giggled softly. "You cant do HARD work! You're a pleasure slave! Masters like their pleasure slaves soft and supple." he giggled. "Or have you forgotten what those were like so long ago?"

Ahmose turned and looked Ryou in the eye. "Have you forgotten that I never TOUCHED a pleasure slave? And if he wants me to be soft...” And he glaced down over his well toned physique, "I'm afraid he will be sorely disappointed."

Ryou giggled. "You never did, but you always snuck a glance in or two. I remember catching you." Ryou giggled. "Probably trying to mimic them for pharaoh... he loves you so much."

Ahmose's eyes widened. "I did NOT!!!" He howled, as Marik continued to laugh.

"I SAW you!" Ryou giggled. "You were eying the pretty little Greek girl! I remember you! She was a present from the Romans! You were looking at her I saw you!"

Ahmose looked at Ryou. "I remember her...” He said softly. "I... she...” He sighed, and Marik was just LOVING this. "Ryou... I was half Greek. And... we didn't see many Greeks down in Egypt. I was... interested. But not in that way."


"I know you weren't interested in her for sex!" Ryou giggled. "Because you gave pharaoh lovestruck looks when he wasn't looking." Ryou said making the cutest face. "You saw her using a new type of thing to her hair!" he said crossing his arms. "The next I saw you, you were doing it too!"

Ahmose blinked. "She taught me how to braid my hair." He said. "I saw her wearing her hair like that and it kept it out of the way. It was useful and practical. And it looked pretty neat. So I asked her to show me how."

Ryou giggled. "For pharaoh." he pointed out grinning.

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "No, NOT for Pharaoh." He grumbled, and Marik snickered.

"Riiiiight...”

"Bite me, Ishtar."

"Suck it, Inarus!!!"

Ryou giggled. "Yes huh for pharaoh! You made sure and braided it before you next saw him! I used to spy on you all the time!" Ryou giggled more. "I was curious what you two were always doing! I was there that one time he had you pinned against a scrollshelf in the libraries!"

Ahmose's head immediately jerked up, eyes wide and face turning red. His spoon clattered to the floor.

"You were WHAT?!"

"Ooh! Ooh! What happened?!" Marik asked, eagerly.

Ryou giggled and shook his head. "They were kiiiissssing!"

Marik snorted. "Is that all?"

Ryou giggled. "No Ahmose ended up shirtless and moaning." Ryou said amusedly. "Or was that the time he'd pinned you in the kitchens at night...”

Ahmose groaned. "Ryouuuu... did you just follow me around or something?! Is that ALL you did?!"

Ryou blushed. "I did." He said softly. "I was curious how you were so smart... I used to think if I followed you, you'd do something that would show me how to be smart too...” Ryou gave Ahmose a sheepish smile. "I wanted to be smart enough that pharaoh might not want me as a slave... but perhaps as something more." He said softly. "I was hoping I would get smart, and he'd free me... it never worked out...”

Ahmose raised an eyebrow at Ryou. "Are you serious? You... you honestly just... followed me around?!" He gave a slight laugh and shook his head, then wagged a finger at Ryou. "You were good... to follow me around and me not know it? You. Were. GOOD."

Ryou giggled and blushed. "Slaves are meant to be neither seen nor heard unless summoned." He said calmly. "I was doing what I was trained to do. Only I wasn't working." Ryou blushed. "I would finish my work in the very early morning...”

Ahmose chuckled and shook his head. "No wonder you were in trouble all the time...” He said, yawning.

"I dont regret being in trouble... I just wanted to be smarter... to be needed for more than idiots work." He said nuzzling into Marik. "It took me many thousands of years... but I think I've found it."

Ahmose smiled, nodding. "Yeah... I guess you have. And... you did get out of slavery... I'm just sorry I couldn't KEEP you out of it...”

Ryou sighed softly and shook his head. "Ahmose... I... I do not think I will ever be out of slavery." he said softly. "There will always be people who are greedy who will seek me out... I'm starting to think that... the world may be best off if I am gone from it."

Ahmose shook his head. "Not at all. I know for sure of several people who will be miserable if you left. Again...”

"But I can think of an entire planet, that would be best off if I were not around...” He said looking down. "The same people who will be sad, included."

Ahmose shook his head. "Ryou... If we... WHEN. WHEN we get out of this... I will make an appeal to the gods themselves... and ask for them to protect you. And keep you free. For all time...”

"The same way you appealed to lord Abubis, who told you to get laid?" Ryou giggled.

Ahmose rolled his eyes as Marik burst out laughing, too. "Yes. Like that. Only he can't tell me that this time."

"I know just what he'll say!" Ryou giggled. "He'll say 'Inarus you got laid and you're STILL uptight? Who the hell planted that tree in your ass?!'...” Ryou said imitating Anubis's booming voice

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine! If you don't want me to ask the gods to protect your freedom, I won't!" And he flopped back onto the bed, pulling the blankets up over himself.

Ryou smiled. "Ahmose... It doesn't matter what I want... or what anyone WANTS... what matters is what is best." he said softly.

Ahmose grunted. Marik sighed and shook his head. "What's best for YOU is to be free and happy...” Marik murmured, turning Ryou's face to his and kissing him.

Ryou smiled and kissed Marik back before gathering their dishes. "What's best for me... is not necessarily what is best for this realm Marik...” He said softly. "I have long outlived my lifetime... and I've been free." He shook his head and smiled. "I have lived the life I had always dreamed of...” He pushed Marik gently into his cot and covered him. "But I think... that perhaps it is time that I am dismissed." he shook his head. "I've had many thousands of years. My time has long since come... and gone."

Marik shot straight up again, seizing Ryou's hands. He shook his head, a frantic look in his eye.

"Ryou! Please, I... I can't live without you...” He whispered. "If you plan to leave this realm, you can't do it without me!!! You have to take me with you!!!"

Ahmose grumbled and lifted his head, watching the pair.

Ryou shook his head softly. "You were given a reincarnation for a reason Marik." Ryou said softly. "You were meant to do something with this life of yours. You cannot die, until you find out what it is you are meant to do." He cooed shaking his head. "I've done everything that I've been charged to do. I've served my pharaoh, I've granted the wishes of many men and women, I've been freed, I've been loved as a person... I've been something more than a slave." He kissed Marik once more. "Here I am... a genie once more... the greed of my masters has tainted my bottle, the torture of my friends injurs my soul... and I contemplate my death." he said softly.

“We all contemplate our death, Ryou…” Ahmose said softly. “I may not have my magic right now… but I can still sense things… You can’t suppress everything, Ryou. Like my brother.” He smiled. “Mikado is a natural Dream Seer.”

”He is?!” Marik gasped.

”Yes, Mikado has prophetic dreams.” Ahmose said, then looked back at Ryou. “I am a natural Fire Seer. I have a seer’s intuition, Ryou. And I do not feel that it is your destiny to die for the sake of the world. I feel that it is in my power to fix things and make it so that you can live happy.”

Ryou smiled softly. "Well then I hope that you are right... and can do something before I become something horrible." he said pushing Marik back to his bed. "without a limit to wishes... the greed of those two is like a horrible poison... I will be in a great deal of pain... if things continue for long." he 'tucked' his lover in once more.

"You two need sleep." he said offering a smile once more. "I've a master to entertain."
"NO!!!!" Marik howled, bouncing right up again.

"Marik! You're not a jack-in-the-box!!!" Ahmose complained, but he sat up looking rather upset, too.

Ryou groaned softly trying to supress his slight amusement. "Marik go to sleep!" He said firmly. "You've much work to do in the morning... and you are going to make me late!"

Marik shook his head. "NO! No no no no no!!!" And he latched onto Ryou.

"MARIK!!! You're going to get him into trouble!!!" Ahmose hissed. Marik shook his head, his face buried into Ryou's chest.

"I don't want him to go...” He wailed.

Ryou sighed softly and hugged Marik. "I'm sorry Marik... I have to go...” he smiled and leaned down, kissing his lover's forehead a heavy drowsiness falling over Marik.

"Sleep.." he cooed, laying his lover down once more, and tucking him in.

Marik whimpered, but drifted off to sleep. Ahmose sighed and watched Ryou.

"I'm sorry...” He said softly, slowly lying down as well.

Ryou smiled at Ahmose. "You continue to apologize... but I forgave you before you ever made me a genie... you've nothing to apologize for." He said calmly walking over and running a hand through Ahmose's hair, placing the same sleepiness spell on him. "Sleep, you'll feel better tomorrow." he cooed watching Ahmose's eyes droop closed.

He smiled warmly at his two friends and dimmed the oil lamps that lit the room, and hurried away to wash the remaining dishes. He prepared a small tray with a bottle of red wine, cheese cubes, and the latest issue of funny bunny (something he knew Pegasus wanted.) and carried it to his master's chambers.

Pegasus was waiting for Ryou when the boy arrived, channel surfing. "Ryouuuuu...” He whined. "I'm just getting Egyptian channels!!! Can you... expand our service? I want channels from the United States and Japan. And some from Europe, too, hmm?"

Ryou nodded, setting the tray down and running a glowing hand over the television. "There master... you have all the channels you could possibly desire." he said offering a meek smile and picking up the tray once more, walking over and offering it to Pegasus.

"Oh, good! What's this? Oh, this is very considerate of you." Pegasus said, sitting up on the bed. He picked up the wine and smelled it. "Ah... a Cabernet... wonderful." And he sipped it. "Come lie next to me." He said.

Ryou nodded and climbed onto the bed and sitting next to Pegasus as he enjoyed his wine. "I wanted to please you master... because I took so long to arrive.." he said softly.

"Ah, that's alright." Pegasus said. "I would punish you for being late, but I never told you specifially when to be here, so you really couldn't be late."

Ryou nodded slowly. "Well... then I am glad I was not late." he said watching Pegasus channel surf and drink his wine. "master... is..is it truly necessary for Marik to be a slave?" he asked looking at him sadly. "He's never given reason for such a fate... it pains him to see me like this...”

"He is working off old debts and paying for past transgressions." Pegasus said stiffly. "He desecrated the tombs of Pharaohs. And for that, he must... serve his sentence."

"But... but master if it were not for his descecrating the tombs..my bottle would still be within one, and you may well have had to descecrate it yourself to get to me." Ryou said softly. "Isn't his wrongs what are aiding in your successes now?"

"One deed that proved useful does not atone for his years committing heinous crimes." Pegasus said sternly. "Bakura will join him in his servitude, tomorrow."

Ryou pouted. "I wish you wouldn't...” he said softly. "It pains me...” he looked down.

Pegasus turned and looked at Ryou. "Well, get over it. You should know that I don't care if it pains you. This is the way it will be." And he began reading his Funny Bunny manga and eating the cheese.

Ryou frowned. "But master... why not buy slaves more willing to work? Marik has never been a slave... he is unaccustomed to such things... b-besides if you truly intend to rule this world... wouldn't you want excellent slaves to be seen in your stead... and not clumsy and unfit ones?"

"Ryou, this is not about appearences. It is about himand his crimes. He will remain. That is final. I do not want to hear another word about it." Pegasus said.

Ryou lowered his eyes and nodded. "Yes master...” he said softly. He fidgeted quietly while Pegasus entertained himself with his comic, cheese, wine and television.

Eventually, Pegasus yawned and turned off the TV, setting the tray aside.

"Mmm... the cheese was nice...” He mumbled. "Very good. Thank you... Ryou?"

Ryou blinked up from his thoughts. "Oh... yes master?" he asked softly.

"Can we get some pancakes and omeletes for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Pegasus asked.

Ryou nodded. "as you wish." He said offering a smile.

Pegasus smiled. "Thank you." He said, and flicked off the light, lyingdown. After a moment, he said "I'm cold. Come closer."

Ryou snuggled closer to Pegasus and blinked, a bit confused. Wasn't he Pegasus' bedslave for the night?

The man yawned and curled an arm around Ryou, holding him close. "Who... was your first?" He asked after a moment.

Ryou turned dark red. "W-what do you mean by THAT?" he squeaked embarrassedly.

"I want to know who gave you your first sexual experience." Pegasus explained.

Ryou blushed more. "Marik...”

"Hmm... so you're... quite new to it all, hmm?" He asked, gently running his fingers up and down Ryou's bare stomach.

Ryou shivered softly. "Y-yes...” he squeaked, blushing darker. "W-why do you ask... ?"

"... curious...” Pegasus murmured, beginning to rub Ryou's belly with his palm, too.

Ryou squirmed slightly. "W-why the sudden curiosity of me? A-as flattering as it is...” he mumbled shyly.

Pegasus smirked and gripped Ryou, pulling him closer. "Well... it's good to know the sexual history of a partner...”

Ryou squeaked once more, giving Pegasus a 'deer in the headlights' look. "I... I see...” he stammered blushing all the darker and squirming. He wasn't thrilled with the idea of laying with anyone other than Marik... but it's not as if he was given a choice. What his master wanted, his master got.

Pegasus sighed and stuck his nose in Ryou's hair, breathing in his scent, deeply. He slipped his fingers underneathe the tube top Ryou wore, gently rubbing circles over Ryou's chest.

Ryou shivered once more but made no movement to stop his master. With Seto's wish in place, despite his dislike of the situation, the touches felt nice.

Pegasus nosed Ryou's hair aside, and gently kissed his neck, just behind his ear.

"Took you three thousand years to lose that pesky thing we call virginity, hmm?"

Ryou gasped softly and nodded, his cheeks stained nearly as dark as his outfit. "Y-yes master... I... I've a-always been shy... no masters looked a-at me for pleasure...”

"That's an absolute crime... such a pity...” Pegasus hissed into Ryou's ear, holding him tightly.

Ryou nodded dumbly. "A... p-pity?" he squeaked giving Pegasus another 'deer-meets-headlights' look.

"You're... the most beautiful... alluring thing...” He hissed, sliding his hand downwards.

Ryou shivered, his hips rising to meet Pegasus' hand, soft sensations driving him to do so. "a-alluring...” he breathed softly, blush darkening (amazingly he'd found a new shade of crimson).

Pegasus smiled and slid his hand into Ryou's pants... or thong, whatever... He began to gently massage Ryou.

Ryou gave a shivery breath and squirmed against Pegasus' touches. "a-ah!" he squeaked biting back a soft moan. "M-master's w-wish...” he whimpered softly. The sensations he felt drove his poor body nearly mad. Genies weren't ever meant to feel the pleasures of the flesh, so his starving body craved every delicious touch Pegasus was giving him. He whimpered clinging to Pegasus' arm. "s-so... good...”

Pegaus smiled and leisurely stroked Ryou. "It is, isn't it?" He hissed, holding Ryou as still as he could as he continued to the gentle stimulation.

Ryou gave a fluttery moan and nodded. "Y-yes...” he mumbled his hips beginning to thrust against Pegasus, reveling in the stimulation, the sensations that rippled through him. "good...”

Pegasus chuckled. "I'll trust you to clean up your mess when we're done... we don't want to sleep in dirty sheets...”

Ryou groaned softly. "Y-yes master...” he mumbled, still clinging to Pegasus' arm, trembling slightly.

Pegasus smiled, turning Ryou's face to his and kissing him deeply, quickening the pace of the strokes he was giving Ryou.

Ryou moaned into the kiss, his hands releasing Pegasus' arm and feeling up his chest, neck and resting in his hair, shakily pulling him into the kiss further though in no dominant way.

Pegasus smiledinto the kiss, forcing his tongue into Ryou's mouth to give the boy extra encouragement to release.

Ryou bucked his hips, whimpering in pleasure through the kiss, meeting his release quite quickly after, panting and nuzzling into Pegasus shivering in pleasured aftershocks.

Ryou bucked his hips, whimpering in pleasure through the kiss, meeting his release quite quickly after, panting and nuzzling into Pegasus shivering in pleasured aftershocks.

Pegasus smirked and stroked Ryou's hair, calmling him gently. "Get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow... we have to bring in Bakura and start training the other two...”

Ryou's pants slowly calmed. "T-train... ?" he mumbled nuzzling more into Pegasus' arm, shivering as the magic cleaned all forms of the mess from them.

"Yes. Teach them to be good slaves. Knock their pride down a few notches...” Pegasus explained.

Ryou frowned. "Please... dont hurt them...” he mumbled sleepily

"That depends on them and their behavior...” Pegasus yawned.

Ryou sighed softly. "Master... I think this is a bad idea...” he mumbled softly. "Cant we just... get different slaves? I-it's a bad idea... tempting fate...”

"I said you were not to speak of that matter." Pegasus said, a warning tone in his voice.

Ryou winced. "Ahh..f-forgive me master... I... I am only trying to e-ensure your well being...” he mumbled.

Pegasus snorted. "Mine, or that of your friends?" He hissed.

Ryou looked down. "I cannot show loyalties to them... you ordered it... so yours."

Pegasus frowned. "There is a difference between loyalties and friendship. No more talk now. It's late."

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Steve Irwin

The Crocodile Hunter, Wildlife Warrior, Reptile Expert, Conservationist...

A Loving Husband and Father.

You were taken before your time.

We miss you.

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