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, Bishoujo Shadow!!!

YAOI WARNING

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Chapter 6

The Face of a God

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“I can’t believe this....” Set snarled as he strode down the hall, Ryou running behind. A messenger had come into the courtyard and handed him a note. Set had sat straight up, knocking Ryou into the fountain, and started ranting furiously. He then stormed off. The other slaves had advised Ryou to follow him, so he did, dripping wet. He was frightened by his master’s anger, and didn’t want to invoke his wrath by angering him further, so he simply followed him.

He slipped on the floor and fell, quickly scrambling to his feet as Set disappeared around a corner. He charged after him and ran straight into the back of Set’s legs, as the god had made a sudden stop. He fell back onto the floor and Set turned around and looked at him.

“Are you alright?” He asked, and Ryou nodded, scrambling to his feet.

“Y-yes, Master...” He said, gasping at Thoth who was watching from across the front hall. Set strode over to Thoth, and they began talking rapidly in the Language of the Gods. Set suddenly snarled a word that Ryou had heard Bakura, Marik, Yami and Ahmose say, and it wasn’t very appropriate. Set nodded, then looked at Ryou.

“Come. You can accompany me on an errand.” The god said, and Ryou nodded.


“Yes Master.” Ryou said, his heart pounding. If he was going outside, he could escape! Set threw open the front doors, and strode out with Thoth. Ryou followed, and suddenly noticed the girl following Thoth. She wore a tunic of a rich blue and white, with the silver disk bearing the emblem of Thoth. She followed her master obediently, and Ryou followed Set. The gates of Set’s estate opened, and Ryou followed his master out onto the street. People scurried out of the way of the two gods as they went down the street. Ryou’s eyes searched the crowd, looking for the possibility of a face that he knew.

They didn’t go very far, ending up in front of the House of Death; the home of Anubis. Ryou stared up at the house as the gates opened to admit them. Set strode up to the front door and a slave opened it immediately. The slave wore black and gold as opposed to the black and silver that Set’s slaves wore. Ryou frowned slightly, wondering why HE wore gold instead of silver like the other slaves of Set. The slave led them into a great hall with an enormous fire place at the end. Anubis was standing at the mantle, ordering slaves around. He turned when Set and Thoth came in.

“Father.” He greeted, bowing slightly, and Set nodded to his son.

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Ryou trotted after Set, back to the Palace of Storms. He had no clue why Set had gone to see Anubis. He had been sent to have lunch with Anubis’ slaves. They were nice enough, but really didn’t talk to Ryou or Thoth’s slave. Set came to collect him, and they left. Ryou wondered what the purpose was in his accompanying Set, but he did not question his master.

Upon arriving back at Set’s home, the god sent Ryou to Khamaat while he worked in his office, and Ryou spent the afternoon helping Hemaka organizing the library. Dinner was served, and the slaves were given their relaxation time. Ryou watched the sun set, and was knocked into the pond by some slaves being rambunctious. Of course it wasn’t on purpose, but Khamaat gave them a good scolding as Iras and Kiya dried Ryou off. But everything grew silent when Set appeared in the yard. They all knelt before their master. Set looked around, and walked over to Ryou. He chuckled at the sopping wet slave, and looked at Khamaat.

“Once he is dry... escort him to my chambers.”

Ryou froze, and his blood ran cold. No... No, he didn’t hear that.

“Yes Master.” Khamaat said, and Set left. Ryou didn’t hear Iras and Kiya’s admiring comments, exclaiming how surprised they were that Set had summoned him to his room so soon after breaking him. But Ryou was too scared.

“Come. Let’s clean you up.” Khamaat said.

“no.... NO!” Ryou cried, and leapt to his feet, backing away. “No! I won’t! I can’t!” Khamaat blinked.

“Now Ryou, calm down. This is an honor.”

“No! I don’t want him to touch me!” Ryou shouted, trembling in fear.


“He will not harm you.” Akunosh said, placing a hand on Ryou’s shoulder. “You have nothing to be afraid of. He may not even take pleasure in your body. He may simply take pleasure in your company. He is a good Master. He will not take you against your will, now that you have been tamed.” Ryou gulped and looked at Hemaka, who was smiling and nodding. He lowered his head, and let them lead him into the house. He was taken to the baths, since he smelled like pond scum, and was bathed and redressed. He was trying to keep from panicking as slaves fussed over his hair, and nearly bolted when Khamaat appeared to collect him.

“Come with me.” She said, and Ryou followed her, feeling like he was going to meet the executioner. They walked nearly ten minutes before arriving at a huge pair of black and gold doors. Khamaat knocked, and Set’s voice called from inside, “ENTER!” Khamaat gave Ryou a final smile of encouragement before nudging him through the door.

Set looked up from his desk and his eyes took in Ryou completely.

“Come here.” He said softly, and Ryou found himself frozen to the spot. He squeaked when Set frowned and stood. He walked over to Ryou, who was quaking in terror.

“Are you really that afraid of me?” Set asked, kneeling down and looking Ryou in the eyes. Ryou swallowed, and was unable to react. Set sighed and shook his head. “You need to calm yourself. I will not hurt you, unless you anger me.” Ryou slowly nodded. The god smiled and pet Ryou’s hair. “Come. I still have some paper work to do. Keep me company.”

“Yes M-m-m-master.....” Ryou stammered, and Set chuckled. Ryou followed the god to his desk and stood beside him as he sat. He squeaked as the god scooped him up and placed him on his lap. He began writing again, while stroking Ryou’s hair and back. After a while, Ryou relaxed against the god’s chest and simply enjoyed the gentle caresses and soon dozed off. A soft snore from the slave brought a smile to Set’s face. He finished and then chuckled at the little slave in his lap. He held him to his chest and stood. Ryou mumbled and opened his eyes slightly. When he saw the bed, he sucked in his breath and tensed.

“What was that all about?” Set asked, surprised by the boy’s sudden change. Ryou began shaking again as he god laid him down on the bed. Ryou stared at him with large frightened eyes as he slid onto the bed beside Ryou. Set laid a hand on Ryou’s thigh and rubbed it, gently.

“No...” He said. “No... Do not be afraid of me. I will not harm you.” He leaned over and nuzzled Ryou’s cheek with his camel-like snout. Ryou whimpered.


“Why are you so afraid?” The god asked. “Is it because of the method I used to break you?” Ryou blinked. Why was he afraid? It wasn’t the first time he had been raped. He studied the god’s face. He looked at the long mule ears above the black eyes. The long face, covered in coarse hair ending in a camel or horse-like muzzle. He swallowed thickly. The god leaned closer, and Ryou whimpered and closed his eyes, shivering under the gentle stroking of his body. He felt Set take his hand and lift it. He squeaked when he felt the coarse hair of Set’s cheek under his palm. His shivering increased.

“You are afraid of me. Not of what I have done to you, but me, myself...” Set said. Ryou shuddered. “I do not want you to fear me.” Seto murmured, and Ryou shrank back at feeling the god’s hot breath on his face. He cracked open his eyes as he felt Set move away.

“I have never needed to do this for a slave. No one other then my fellow deities have ever seen my human face.” Ryou blinked. “I have never taken a new slave into my bed so soon. So I suppose I should not be surprised at your fear. I hope this helps.” Ryou stared, confused. The god let his eyes fall closed, and Ryou’s eyes widened as his ears and snout began to shrink. The fur began to disappear and his face molded itself into a human’s face. And not only did his face change, but his paws became feet and his tail disappeared, and his height changed from about fourteen feet tall to six. Finally, the god opened his eyes and looked at Ryou. Ryou slowly sat up staring in wonder at the handsome god.

His bronze skin lay neatly over a well carved face, with a strong nose and chiseled lips. Dark eyes were crowned with thick lashes, and a strong brow ended in long black hair that fell past his shoulders.

“Is this better?” Set asked, and Ryou found himself hypnotized by the beautiful mouth. His mouth hanging open, Ryou nodded. Set chuckled, and Ryou blinked, amazed at how handsome the god was. He moved closer to Ryou, and this time, Ryou did not shy away. He cupped Ryou’s cheek and stroked it, gently.

“There now.” He said. “No more trembling. I am nothing to fear.” He pressed his sensual lips to Ryou’s forehead, and the slave closed his eyes. The god brushed his lips down over his eye and down his cheek, before brushing over Ryou’s lips. Ryou’s lips parted slightly, exhaling nervously. Set’s nose rubbed Ryou’s cheek gently as he continued to brush his lips over Ryou’s mouth. When he decided that Ryou was comfortable, he kissed him, gently. Ryou made no move to make Set think he was upset by this, so he continued, giving him soft little kisses as his hand continued to caress his face. Set slowly moved down to Ryou’s jaw line and up to his ear, kissing gently.


“You’re beautiful...” Set whispered, and Ryou shivered, always a sucker for compliments such as that. Set slowly moved to straddle Ryou’s legs, running his hands up and down Ryou’s arms. Ryou let his head fall back as Set’s kisses drifted down to his neck and collar bones. A soft breathy moan fell from Ryou’s lips as he drowned in the gentle touches on his body. The kisses suddenly stopped, and Ryou felt the god’s breath on his lips again. He felt his own lips quiver as Set kissed him softly. Set traced Ryou’s lips with his tongue and met no resistance when he slipped it into his slave’s mouth, tasting him slowly. Ryou moaned again, his mind in a foggy shroud. He vaguely was surprised at the god’s tenderness towards him.

Set decided to take it a step further and he pushed Ryou back, gently laying him on the bed and bending over him. He ran his fingers through the soft hair with one hand and rubbed the boy’s side with the other. He moved his hand to Ryou’s chest, stroking his heated skin, gradually making his way lower and lower, until his fingers came upon the sash around his waist. With a flick of his fingers, the fabric came loose and the god moved back to see Ryou’s body, now bared to him. Ryou lay still, submissively, and watched the god’s face as his body was inspected. Set smiled softly, nodding his approval, and traced one of his fingertips up Ryou’s penis, which was beginning to respond to the heat rushing through the boy’s veins. Ryou gasped at that, his eyelids falling closed.

“You’re a very responsive creature...” Set commented with a smile, and used both hands to massage Ryou’s thighs. He watched in amusement as Ryou began to pant. He ran his hands up the slave’s body and stopped at his chest, his hands wrapped around his body under his arms, rubbing his nipples with the tops of his thumbs. Ryou arched into the touch and moaned. Set smirked and moved one knee between Ryou’s thighs, pressing his own thigh against Ryou’s awakening arousal. Ryou groaned at this.

“Don’t hold back.” Set told him, and Ryou opened his glazed eyes and began rubbing against his Master’s leg. Set leaned down suggestively, and Ryou impulsively grabbed him, threading his fingers in his hair and pulling him down for a hungry kiss. Set took over, his tongue diving deep into Ryou’s mouth while he lowered his whole body to rest slightly on Ryou’s. Ryou moaned again, getting close to his climax. Set, sensing this, moved away and reached down to cover Ryou’s straining erection with his large hand. Ryou obedientley bucked into it until he tensed and cried out, spurting his release into the god’s palm. Set smiled at Ryou’s quivering body, and stroked his face, gently.

“Shhh.... Relax, kitten.” He said, as Ryou purred under the gentle touches. He leaned down and kissed him tenderly before getting up from the bed. Ryou blinked and watched as the god disappeared momentarily, before returning and slipping under the covers. He pulled Ryou into his chest, and the lights went out.

“Master?”

“Sleep.” Set said. “We will do no more tonight. Next time... I would like to taste what you have to offer me....” And he slid his fingers over Ryou’s thigh.

“Y-yes Master...” Ryou murmured, as his mind was overcome by fatigue.

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See? Set’s not that bad. ^_^

itavita: Wouldn't YOU want a peice of Ryou's sexy ass?

lokivsanubis: Glad you like it. And you'll just have to read to see more of the relationship between Set and Ryou. And you'll see Bakura again. Eventually...

Nashwa: Heh... ^_^ Yes, I am.

ruri_star: Oh, there WILL be fluff somewhere, dear. And I'll keep writing!!!! ^_^

Elle-FaTe2x1: We would ALL love a massage from Ryou. And who was arguing?

sglily: Yes, Set does have a soft spot for little Ryou. And it is both good and bad. And yeah, Ryou misses Bakura, and wants to go back to him.

BoroBoro: You'll just have to read and see.

Switch: Heh... ^.^ Glad to have amused you. Glad you're liking the fic, and Ryou's used to being short. Everyone but Yugi is taller than him.

BoroBoro: Heh... read and find out.

K.C.: O.O!!! Please don't hate me!!!! ;_; But yes, you can hate Yaten. And no, he can't die a slow painful death. He's in the Afterlife, he can't die!!! Keep reading, dear! ^_^

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