Brother's Shadow
Brother's Shadow
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Brother’s Shadow
Thorn and Tal
Author’s Note: Don't own them. No money made on this.
This is an AU story arc that links what we
believe happened in Egypt to the modern day incarnations of our favorite hottie
duelists. Essentially, it is the love
story between Priest Seto and Prince Yami.
But in subsequent stories, you’ll
also find the love triangle it becomes when you add Jounouchi(Joey), and the
twisted love of Bakura and Marik. In
our stories, Yugi and Yami also have a third persona, an arrogant spoiled young
man-- Prince Yami (usually just the Prince).
Yugi is the sweet one, with Yami stuck in the role as balance between
the two. Much of the past is very different
from canon, but understand that all we had to work with when we started was the
episodes on the WB up to just before Battle City and the first video game
release (Forbidden Memories, PS one).
We liked our version much better, so we choose to continue it.
They were never easy, these trips
to the Shadow Realm. There was always a
chance the darkness would swallow your soul and reshape it; making you one of
the creatures the sorcerers had once used to battle each other.
back. The sense of danger constantly
tickling his spine, sharpening his senses and making him feel so much more
alive than anything else.
Or, perhaps it was that the Millennium Ring that he
carried gave him no choice.
Whatever the reason, Bakura was once again wandering
the Shadow Realm, lost in thoughts of a life he could only vaguely
remember. A privileged life, a long
time ago, in the shadow of an elder brother.
More than that, he could not yet recall no matter how hard he
tried. Again, he stopped trying, the
frustration becoming too much for him.
The frustration was accompanied by a feeling he was
quickly becoming accustomed to, even looking forward to.
The magick of the ring had unlocked a darkness in sweet Bakura, a
predatory drive he would never have been able to acknowledge.
act on every dark impulse, live out every fantasy.
Until today, he had been satisfied with vague
fantasieth nth no particular target in mind.
He could draw in the sleeping souls of strangers, or use the Shadow
creatures themselves to fulfill his desires.
But that was not enough today.
Strangers didn’t know his face, nor cry out his name.
too willing to fulfill his desires, and where was the fun in that?
No, today he wanted to hear his name on the lips of
his conquest, to leave them haunted by the experience.
A gesture, and a window to the mortal realm opened,
looking out on the sleeping form of Tea.
A beautiful girl, it had been a horny god who had shaped her.
He liked her unblemished and pure… For now, anyway.
A wave of his hand, and now he was looking out at
Joey Wheeler. Oh, definitely not.
mind. Joey couldn’t handle the Shadow
Realm, even in a dream state.
Tristan? No,
too disgustingly obsessed with Joey.
Ah, there was Mai Valentine.
predator who could give him a run for his money. Bakura wanted control, and Mai could certainly make him lose it,
if she didn’t outright steal it from him.
Seto Kaiba… Bakura had always thought he would be loads of fun.
Shadow Realm, and give Bakura a challenge.
Yet he was still weak enough to allow Bakura to keep control.
Reaching through the window, he drew Kaiba into the
Shadow Realm, gently so as not to wake him.
A casual gesture, and Bakura called up a mountain of cushions, onto
which he placed Kaiba.
Bakura discarded his sweater, and began to undo the
buttons on his shirt when a memory came unbidden to his mind.
truly wicked idea that sent Bakura’s blood racing. Kaiba slept naked, so he was lacking any trappings of the modern
age that might obscure the fact that he looked exactly like the priest he once
was. Wouldn’t it be lovely if the
priest’s lover—the pharaoh –were forced to watch Bakura ravage him?
Another wave, and he was looking down at little Yugi
Mutou, sleeping peacefully in his fluffy jammies. Not exactly the image of the powerful pharaoh, but Bakura knew
what secrets Yugi kept. He knew the
ancient phars sps spirit lived in the Millennium Puzzle Yugi guarded so
closely. And because of the bit of
himself he’d instilled in a piece of the puzzle, Bakura could draw out the
spirits of both Yugi and the Pharaoh without waking either.
Conjuring a set of restraints that would force the Pharaoh
to kneel, hands over his head, his view of the atrocities Bakura had planned
completely unobstructed, Bakura finished disrobing. Ensuring the Pharaoh was secure in the restraints, he stepped
back to admire his handiwork. The Pharaoh
hung in the restraints, asleep. But
there was only a minute or two before he would sense the shift in reality and wake.
Bakura, therefore, wasted no time in entangling
himself with the half-awake Kaiba, fully rousing him with a deep, possessive
kiss.
Kaiba awoke slowly, roused from his pleasant dreams
by hands and lips. There was
possessiveness to the touch that was as familiar as it was alien.
this. He was always the aggressive one,
the top, as he’d heard it put.
Without opening his eyes, he grabbed the body
pressed so closely to his, and rolled forcing himself on top of whoever was in
his bed. Holding down thin, almost
delicate wrists, he forced his tongue into the hot mouth.
Exploring. Then quite lewdly
displaying what he intended to do to the boy.
Bakura was rather surprised.
draining effects thadowadow Realm had on those who did not hold a Millennium
item. It seemed as though he were as
familiar with the Shadow Realm as Bakura himself. That was not possible.
Kaiba had no means to come to the Shadow Realm.
former life.
the reason, Kaiba was not disoriented in the least, and demonstrated this by
maintaining his hold on Bakura. The
pale young man writhed beneath him, unsure of whether to enjoy it or
con
concerned. At the very least, he would
not be giving the Pharaoh the show he intended, but it would be a show
nonetheless.
Yami awoke quickly, but bleary eyed from sleep.
especially in the Shadow Realm. An
inner shrug. He was growing used to his
mind’s unscheduled forays into pasts he could hardly remember on paths he could
not find consciously. Seeking to better
understand the shapes and movements before him, he attempted to brush the sleep
from his eyes. The restraints gave a
clink as he shook his hands a little r thr they did not respond to his brain’s
initial command. He shifted his weight.
What am I, Prince Yami, doing kneeling like a common
slave?!
yet always like a blast of the Blue-Eye’s lightning to his soul.
spoiled cruel child with the age and desires of a grown man.
of? Isis had warned him of his part in
saving the world… Then where was this
heroic Pharaoh who single-handedly solved the puzzle to avoiding world
destruction and why did he only get the Prince?
The musing ended as the shadows revealed Kaiba and
Bakura in a very heated struggle. Their
nakedness was strange to Yami but the Prince spoke before he could.
“Really, Priest.
You can dally with the lessers later.
Free me at once!” From the
shadows, all that could be seen of Yami’s face was a pert knowing smirk.
Bakura, hearing the Pharaoh’s voice, arched his
back, and using leverage and strength he should not have had, he rolled Kaiba
off him. He wasted no time turning
Kaiba onto his stomach. Pinning him
down, Bakura looked up at Yami, eyes sparkling evilly through a screen of
silvery hair.
“Your
priest is in no position to free you,” he purred, before dipping his head to
chew on Kaiba’s shoulder.
Kaiba squirmed, trying to shake off whoever was on
top of him. See who it was, at the very
least. He twisted his head and saw
Bakura leaning down over him. Now, he
was certain he was dreaming. Bakura was
a sweet, good-natured boy who wouldn’t be caught dead near the likes of Kaiba,
let alone attempting to fuck him.
Of course, since this was a dream and he could
regain control whenever he wanted, Kaiba lay quieter, rather enjoying the
expert attentions of Bakura’s mouth.
“You there.
Slave boy. You face public
execution if you so much as indicate that you are about to do what I know you
intend to do. No one takes High Priest
Seto.”n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The Prince spoke forcefully,
angrily. No one but the Prince
himself. “I shall not warn you
again.” Like a few restraints
could hold the crown Prince of Egypt if he wanted free.
oasis would not prevent him from protecting his priest if the as yet unheard of
need arose.
Protect?
Protect… Had to protect little
Yugi.
in the Prince, but couldn’t hold his own grip on this particular reality long
enough to do more than verbalize his desperate wish to leave the Shadow Realm
instantly, with no memory of what he’d seen or felt.
Bakura laughed, and pressed himself tighter against
Kaiba’s back. “I can have anyone I
want,” he bit Kaiba’s ear. “And I want
him.”
Kaiba had no idea what was going on, but he’d had
quite enough. Pushing up, hard, he
dislodged Bakura. Lunging at the
younger boy, Kaiba sent many of the pillows flying. “You won’t have me today, Bakura,” Kaiba assured him, catching
Bakura in a firm grip. “But, I’ll
certainly have you!”
“Yes, yes.
We all know what a man you are, Priest.” The Prince sounded bored.
“You leave Bakura alone, Kaiba!”
his will. The Prince would have pointed
out his arrogance, if Yami had deigned to listen. Yami was absolutely consumed with aiding his friend.
better. In the corridors of his mind,
Yami entered a catacomb he’d braved and could now lock himself safely away in
as long as the Prince was speaking through the body they shared.
Pharaoh to alter things, as he was bound to do, Yami could steal it and lock it
away with him, leaving the Prince utterly defenseless.
Kaiba to do wicked things to the powerless Pharaoh, leaving Bakura free to
escape. And the Prince…
Then he’d return the power, and leave the Prince to
attend to punishing High Priest Seto’s insubordination.
would be safely home and in bed, and Yami would be safe in the temple of his
own soul’s making. It would be as
exhilarating as a well-executed comeback move in his favorite game.
have control.
“I am no longer amused, Priest.
block for sixty lashes.” The Prince
threatened, all the while preparing to magically free himself and take what he
wanted.
Kaiba’s head spun at the sound of the voice, which
he had been too distracted to notice before now. He saw Yami in the shadows.
He let go of Bakura, and used one of the pillows to cover himself.
be… But no one else had magenta tipped spiky
hair and no one else would wear pajamas like those.
at times, but this was a bit much. Yugi
was just a child.
Bakura rose up behind Kaiba, a predatory smile
forming on his lips. It seemed he would
win after all.
“You insolent little…”
Yami grabbed the power away just as the Prince
nonchalantly freed himself. That would
be his last act of power for the duration, if Yami could keep it sealed away
from him. Withstanding the sudden rush
of power wasn’t hard, as as the pyramid of their shared mind shifted to
account for the new power structure, Yami became walled in the chamber he’d
sought safety in. And the balance that
his presence created, faded to unremembered thought, leaving behind the
absolute purity of Yugi and the dark depths of the Prince to play in the
dangerous games of the Shadow Realm.
Yami wasn’t sure either could stand against the two very different evils
that now prowled the Shadow Realm.
“Kaiba?” A
very adult looking but eerily young sounding Yugi spoke.
weren’t already there. Then his eyes
fell on Bakura.
“Brother,” the Prince spoke in soft, angry
tones. “I should have guessed it was
you who brought us here.” However,
Bakura needn’t know his weakness. He
tried to make up lly lly what he lacked mystically, and due to the blow of the
lost magic, very likely physically.
Bakura draped his arms around Kaiba, str stroking
his chest and stomach. “Hmm…
Kaiba had to admit, Bakura’s hands felt good and his
voice was seductive… But whatever he
intended fled his mind as he looked up at Yugi. He was a child, Kaiba reminded himself.
one at the moment. Kaiba’s head was
spinning, his few shreds of decency battling with his overwhelming lust.
It was no surprise when lust won.
Kaiba turned and grabbed a fistful of Bakura’s hair.
a brutal, penetrating kiss. Yugi could
watch all he liked. Kaiba didn’t care.
“I said you could have him, Priest.
with him. I know what you do
with your initiates.” There that
should rile up Bakura enough to lose his cool, and therefore his grip on the
Shadow Realm. The Prince’s younger
brother hated the idea of being given to the High Priest’s whims, but he had
chosen that over exile. The Prince knew
to strike where it hurt most.
Especially with Bakura, who was more dangerous than a basketful of asps.
Kaiba broke his lip lock with Bakura.
watch,” he threw over his shoulder. “You’re
to young for this, anyway.”
He pressed Bakura down to the pillows, and still
keeping a firm grip on his wrists, Kaiba began to tongue Bakura’s nipples,
biting down to draw out little cries from his prey.
Yugi ran over to where Kaiba and Bakura were and
pushed a very surprised Kaiba off of Bakura.
“I said, leave him alone!”
Both young men looked up at him in shock.
hands to Yugi. “Thank you, Yugi,” he
said softly, eyes pleading for comfort and security.
Yugi slowly unbuttoned his pajama top and used it to
cover up Bakura. Looking up at Kaiba,
he said angrily; “You send us back, Kaiba.
You send us back now!” Eyes the
color of a purple sunset dared him not to obey.
Kaiba shrugged, and tried not to leer too much at
Yugi’s bare chest. “I didn’t bring us
here.” He looked around for the first
time. “Where ever here is.”
“We’re in the Shadow Realm,” Yugi kept Bakura in his
most earnest bear hug. “And if you
weren’t responsible, why were you trying to hurt Bakura?”
to Bakura; “Where’s your ring? We could
maybe use it to return all of us to where we belong.”
Bakura slid the pj top off one elegant
shoulder. “Don’t know,” he shrugged.
Kaiba sighed.
“I wasn’t trying to hurt him.”
He was getting fed up with this.
It was after all, his dream, right?
“I was in the process of fucking him.
Unless you intend to participate, mind your own business!”
arm, making an attempt to pry him away from Yugi.
“Fuck him then.
It hardly matters to me. But
he’ll keep, won’t he? I, on the other
hand, could easily find another to feed my cock.” The Prince locked eyes with Kaiba, but released Bakura as if
touching him would make him filthy.
Something stirred in Kaiba.
Bakura, forgotten for the moment, watched the
interplay between the two with growing anger.
He would not be cast aside, not let his game come undone…
Kaiba hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Yugi’s
pajama pants. “Isn’t that right, my
Prince?”
The Prince mock rolled his eyes.
Priest,” He looked down at Kaiba. “Well?
remember your little ritual?
was sure Bakura did. Every humiliating
moment. He took a good fistful of
Kaiba’s long silken hair in one hand and tugged to encourage him.
Kaiba slid the pants down over Yami’s hips, licking
at the creases between legs and hips, caressing his ass and thighs.
knees, Kaiba rose and captured Yami’s lips, eagerly tasting him.
Aggressively returning the kiss, and not letting it
end until he was damn good and ready, Yami forced the kiss to end by not so
gently tugging Kaiba’s hair. A breath
away, he chided, “It’s not wise to tease your Prince.
with trifles. Maybe I should make you
wait.” He grabbed Kaiba’s ass hard
as he pulled him close. “Maybe I’ll
make you watch me.” He wanted to
throw the High Priest to the ground and fuck him right there.
so. Yet. “I definitely will hear begging tonight, my Priest.”
“Only your own, Prince Yami.”
a moment later, a blast of dark magic tore Kaiba from Yami’s arms.
restrained much like Yami had been in the beginning. Bakura’s mouth began to work up the side of Yami’s neck.
Licking. Kissing.
tickling his cock.
“My Priest!”
The Prince called out as his lover tor torn from his arms.
He’d never let Bakura take him like this. “Help me.” He’d
have to come clean. “My power has
been disabled. You have to stop him.”
vital, though he’d settle for distracting.
“He’ll be no help to you, Yami,” Bakura laughed,
barely squirming away from the elbow.
“He’s not your priest any longer.
He’s just Seto Kaiba, a spoiled little rich boy.”
cock against Yami’s ass. “Who’d say or
do anything to get a cock in his mouth.”
“You don’t want to… do this.”
he was begging. Though he would be
soon. Absolutely heartless thoughts
went through his mind. Why give his brother
the satisfaction of raping him when he still had one more card to play.
use. Yugi. Chances were high Bakura could if he wished break the boy here
and Yugi would have no memory of it in the waking world.
return. Maybe if he pretended to be
Yugi. In his most fearful voice, he
appealed to what everyone knew as the sweet Bakura. “Y… you don’t have to hurt me, Bakura. See, look. Look at
Kaiba. He can’t hurt you now, and I
never would,” he reached down to pull his pj pants back up, hoping he’d bought
himself some time.
Bakura laughed and hugged Yugi from behind, nearly
squashing him in his zeal. “Oh,
Yugi. I’d never hurt you!”
cheek.
As Yugi laughed at the noise, the Prince escaped,
and without Yami to protect him, he’d mercilessly left Yugi at the mercies of
those very likely less fair than the Prince.
“Of course not. Now let’s go
home, OK?”
“Not yet,” Bakura guided Yugi towards Kaiba.
Kaiba looked up, blue eyes hot and angry—not so very
different from his Blue-eyes White Dragon.
“What you’re going to do, Bakura, is release me!
cock until you turn blue!”
“Stop! Stop
talking like that!” Grown-up Yugi was
quite a sight, yelling and covering his ears like little Yugi might.
together to find a way out of this!”
Kaiba leaned forward, straining against his
bonds. Breathing against Yugi’s chest,
mouth working only a hair’s breath from his nipple, Kaiba purred, “I can be
very nice, my Prince, but I want nothing more to do with Bakura.”
“He’s hurt,” Yugi said worriedly.
Promise you’ll be nice.” He
stressed as he began to undo Kaiba’s restraints.
Bakura covered Yugi’s hands.
Yugi was torn.
“But we should…what is it?”
“A secret,” Bakura drew Yugi away from Kaiba and
turned him around. He held him loosely,
hand splayed across his back.
find our way out of here.”
coaxing him gently.
Bakura. And it wasn’t really bad.
some secret…but I really think Kaiba needs our help.”
Yugi for a second kiss.
something about a child molester.
“Um,” Yugi started, backing away again, “I’m not
sure I like it.”
He also couldn’t say he didn’t, but Yugi had a sense
of right and wrong that ran deeper than his knowledge of the world.
let-me-suck-your-soul-into-a-Duel-Monsters-card-for-all-eternity-while-I-tell-you-we-are-only-playing-for-fun-tone
in his voice. “Kaiba, I’m sd, Id, I
need to know I can trust you.”
“More than him!”
Kaiba answered, followed by a string of explicatives to illustrate his
point.
Yugi was very much like Mokuba, Kaiba’s baby
brother, and Kaiba felt the same need to protect Yugi as he did Mokuba.
well. Now was not one of those times.
“Uh, o.k.
Just don’t yell so loud. How do
I get thopenopen exactly?” Yugi was
pulling at the restraints.
“Oh here, let me…” Bakura pushed Yugi aside, kneeling behind Kaiba.
Kaiba’s hands down crossed on his chest.
Bakura tied the loose ends at the small of Kaiba’s back.
onto his cock. A wave of his hand sent
Yugi flying back to the pile of cushions.
“Wait there, Yugi,” he growled.
“It’ll be your turn soon enough.”
Kaiba screamed out obscenities and tried to escape
Bakura. All he managed to do was fall
flat on his face and open himself more widely to Bakura’s plundering.
“I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, Kaiba. I don’t how to
help you.” Yugi was sobbing into the
pillows, arguing with himself and still too concerned with everybody else to
recognize he was to be the next victim.
“But I have to.” A deck of
dueling cards had appeared next to him.
He threw one out hoping to summon a monster. Nothing. Just a paper cut
from its sharp edge. Maybe.
Maybe, just maybe… Yugi grabbed
the deck and snuck behind Bakura and dragged the edge of the entire deck along
his back. “ I’m sorry but you gave me
no choice!”
“Ah!” Bakura
threw himself forward onto and into Kaiba.
“You little bastard!” Magic
flared and threw Yugi back again.
“Get away!”
Kaiba called out to Yugi. “Run!”
“Where... Where
can I run? And who will help you?”
didn’t fly too far out of his reach in the strange space they were in, readying
for another attack. “Get up.
Kaiba screamed again as Bakura began to dig grooves
along his back with his fingernails.
Kaiba kicked and thrashed, trying to get away. Bakura laughed and grabbed a handful of Kaiba’s hair and using it
for leverage, fucked him harder.
Yugi jumped on Bakura’s back and tried to grip
anything he could. Stop him anyway
you can. Nothing’s working.
him. Finally, he crawled back to the
cushions and hid there willing himself to wake up or transport or whatever it
took.
Bakura thrust into Kaiba, finally spilling, deep
inside him. He carelessly threw him on
the cushions next to Yugi and made for the younger one.
protested. He wouldn’t have the
advantage like with Kaiba. Bakura drew
Yugi up by the hair and whispered, “Another time,” and dropped him back
down. A second later, he was gone.
plane in a few minutes.
Half frightened, half-protective, Yugi made to curl
up on top and over Kaiba. “I’ll
never let that happen again. I
shouldn’t have this time, my Priest,” the Prince returned regretfully, new
hatred for his brother broiling beneath his skin.
Kaiba turned his head. “Better me than you, my prince,” he said, his throat raw and
voice hoarse.