Kneel and Kiss my Boots, Part 1

However, at the moment Malik was lying contently in the arms of his elder brother Marik, one hand was still handcuffed to the bed post. Both were totally worn out from their activities of the last night. Whips and several sex toys were scattered around them, dried candle wax was sticking on the red carpet. Both were sleeping peacefully in their king-sized four-poster bed, when the door burst open with a loud bang.

Both woke up immediately, expecting a police round-up for the third time this month.

Malik sighed in relief as he recognized the white-haired intruder, letting himself plop back into the sheets, while Marik growled in annoyance, throwing a pillow towards the door.

“Bakura! It better has to be something really important or I’m going to kill you right now!” Marik threatened, glaring angrily at the slave trader.

“Calm down, Marik. It’s already midday and I have something interesting to show you,” Bakura smirked, holding a rather large, white bundle in his arms.

“Is that so? What is so important to wake us up so harshly?” Marik snapped.

“This.” Bakura walked towards the bed and dropped the bundle down.

“What’s this?” Malik asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily after he had freed himself from the handcuffs.

“Just take a look at him,” suggested Bakura.

“Him?” Marik asked, raising an eyebrow.

But before Bakura could say something, Malik had already crawled towards the heap and had freed it from the many blankets it was wrapped in. Forward came a petite, unconscious, white-haired boy, who was dressed in only an oversized, white shirt.

“Oh my God, he looks exactly like you!” Malik exclaimed, looking in shock and disbelief at Bakura.

Marik quickly joined Malik and examined Bakura’s little look-alike with an equally astonished look on his face like his younger brother. “Indeed,” he agreed, licking his lips. “Only a lot cuter and more innocent.”

“How can that be?” Malik asked curiously, staring down at the pale boy. “Is he a clone?”

“No, of course not, silly,” Bakura chuckled. “I don’t know it either, but maybe he’s my lost twin brother,” he joked.

“Idiot,” Marik whispered. “It’s probably just an accident, a freak of nature.”

“How old is he and where did you get him?” Malik asked, taking the little one into his arms and stroking his snowy hair gently. “He’s a real beauty. He looks like an angel fallen straight from Heaven…”

“… and directly into Hell,” Bakura added sarcastically. “Anyway, he’s sixteen, but he looks a lot younger, doesn’t he? I don’t know where he comes from, but I heard he was already born in slavery. I got him from an auction in Europe, and, as you can guess from his exquisite looks, he wasn’t cheap,” he explained. “He’s sleeping now due to a very effective, but harmless soporific. Oh, and of course, he’s a virgin and completely unused. I thought, such a young, innocent thing would fit perfectly to your assortment.”

“That’s true. He would be a real enrichment for 'Poison',” Marik agreed. “How much do you want for him?”

“Nothing. Or at least nothing that I could buy with money,” Bakura answered. “You know, I’ve always dreamed of fucking myself,” he grinned.

“I think, you already did that several times,” Marik remarked mockingly. So, what do you want for him?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Bakura replied, rolling his eyes. “The only thing I want in return for the little one is a night with you, your brother, and the little white-haired boy when his training is completed. And, of course, all three of you have to submit to me and accept me as your master. That shouldn’t be a problem for him,” the slave trader told the two Egyptians, nodding his head towards the boy in Malik’s arms.

“No way!” Marik shouted angrily. “Get this silly idea finally out of your head! Nobody, absolutely nobody, will fuck me! And nobody, except me, will fuck my brother! How often do I still have to tell you that until you get it?!”

“Is this your last word?” Bakura asked.

“Yes, it is,” Marik huffed.

“Well, then I can’t let you have him.” With that, Bakura took the boy away from Malik’s embrace and pretended to leave.

“Wait! Don’t go!” Malik called him back, as he finally realized what Bakura had said. “You will get what you want…”

“Malik!” Marik hissed. “Have you lost your mind? I won’t let him do this to us! He can have every slave at this mansion, but not us!”

“But Marik…” Malik wailed pitifully. “I really want this boy! I don’t care if I have to sleep with Bakura and have to act like a slave for one night!”

“No,” Marik answered coldly.

“Please, Marik! I beg you!”

“No. Now shut up and stop getting on my nerves.”

“You are so mean! Why can’t you just forget your damned pride for one night?!” Malik whined, before his voice grew softer. “I thought you loved me…” he almost sobbed, smashing himself into a pillow.

This was something Marik couldn’t stand. He couldn’t see his brother cry, except when it was in pleasure. Malik was the only one he really cared about and even if he sometimes treated the younger boy quite roughly, he loved him deeply and would do everything to make him happy.

“Love, don’t cry… If you want to have him so badly, you shall have him,” Marik finally gave in, pulling Malik into his arms and kissing the top of the smaller one’s head. “You know that I love you, don’t you?”

Malik gave a small nod against Marik’s bare chest.

“Leave the boy here and come back in one week to get your payment,” Marik told Bakura reluctantly, who was still standing in the doorway and had watched the whole scene with great amusement, knowing very well that Malik would have his way.

“It’s always a pleasure to do business with you,” Bakura smirked smugly and lay the boy again onto the bed, before he finally left.

“So, are you happy now?” Marik asked. He loosened his embrace around Malik and tilted his lover’s head up so that he could see his face, and gently cupped his soft cheek.

“Yes…” Malik answered, lowering his gaze, feeling quite ashamed over his own childish behaviour. “I’m sorry for making such a scene…” Taking Marik’s hand into his own, he guided it away from his cheek, and pressed his lips lightly to the palm, caressing it with little kisses. “But I will make it up to you. I will make sure that you won’t regret your decision.”

Pushing the sheets aside that covered their naked bodies, he settled himself onto Marik’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. Brushing his lips teasingly over Marik’s, Malik rubbed his groin against his brother’s, eliciting a desirous growl from him.

“Little whore,” Marik groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet his brother.

“I may be a whore, but I’m your whore,” Malik replied naughtily. “Yours alone.”

“That’s one of the reasons of which I didn’t want you to get fucked by Bakura,” Marik sighed. He slid his hands gently along Malik’s spine until they rested on his buttocks, giving them a light squeeze.

Deeply touched by his lover’s anxiety about him, Malik gave him a reassuring smile and wrapped his arms more tightly around Marik, bringing them closer together until their chests were touching. “It will be alright,” he whispered gently against the other Egyptian’s lips. “The night with Bakura will only be business, no emotions will be involved. But you are the love of my life and nothing can ever change that.”

“I’m glad,” Marik smiled, before he captured Malik’s lips for a passionate kiss.

The two were so focused onto each other that they didn’t notice that their recent acquisition had begun to wake up. Blinking his chocolate-coloured eyes a few times, the young, white-haired boy slowly lifted himself up into a half-sitting position, whimpering quietly. His head felt dizzy and his gaze was slightly hazy, caused by Bakura’s drug.

Looking around timidly, he realized that he was in a very luxurious, Victorian-styled bedroom, consisting of the giant four-poster bed he was sitting on, a fireplace, an elegant mahogany table with matching easy chairs, two closets, several golden-framed mirrors, a couple of glass lamps, and two large arched windows that lead to a balcony.

The boy’s gaze fell finally to the two foreign males a few metres away from him and a startled squeak escaped him.

The unexpected noise brought the two lover’s back into reality and a satisfied smirk appeared on their faces as they discovered that the boy was awake. “So, you are finally awake… Do you like what you see?” Malik asked him, climbing from Marik’s lap.

What the pale boy saw, were two very attractive, exotic-looking, young men. They had blond hair, smooth, tanned skin, and were obviously just in the midst of having sex. The one, who had spoken to him, was smaller and looked a bit more feminine. He had shoulder-length hair and wore earrings, while the taller one’s hair was very wild and spiky. He wore earrings as well and even had a nipple piercing.

“Where… Where am I?” the boy finally asked, unintentionally disregarding Malik’s question, his voice trembling with fear. The last thing he could remember, was that the white-haired man, who had bought him, had given him some kind of delicious liqueur. And now, he was suddenly in a bedroom, at a place that seemed to be an extravagant mansion.

“You’re at 'Poison',” Malik explained while he crawled closer to the frightened beauty. From the look on the boy’s face, Malik could tell that this information wasn’t very useful to their newest love slave. “It’s an S/M club. Basically a very exclusive house of pleasure. You are going to work here, after we have trained you in all kinds of sexual pleasure.”

“Me…?” the little one stammered, backing away from his new owners.

“Yes, you,” Malik confirmed. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Ryou…” was the shy reply.

“Ryou… That’s a beautiful name,” Malik complimented. “My name is Malik and this is my brother Marik. But that will be insignificant for you, Ryou. You are a slave now, and as a slave you have to call us 'Master'.”

~ TBC ~