The halls were silent as the workers quickly scurried to try to get away or distance themselves from the being roaming the halls. Hushed whispers were passed between people, as to not be heard by any others. Never once did they look back, keeping their eyes forward as to not anger their ruler.

Stopping at large double doors, the male barely glanced at the two guards at the doors before they opened them without hesitation. Smirking faintly to himself, the ruler walked in and was greeted by his council.

"A-ah! Lord Impetum-Ignis! You're here!" One of the councilmen exclaimed, bowing lowly as did the other councilmen.

A slight grunt was received in response, before the lord sat on his throne, glaring down at the rest of the people in the room, "Alright, let us get a move on with the meeting."

"As you wish, my lord." The councilmen bowed once more before they began.

"First order of business, is the tax payers. They are angered by the tax collectors taking extra money from them and it's reducing their ability to produce our basic needs." One of the councilmen spoke.

"Make a new law. These tax collectors are to be permanent officials. If they seek retirement, they will consult me as all the rest do." He spoke monotonically, eyes blank.

"Yes, my lord." The councilmen quickly wrote down the new law to be reinforced.

"Next matter at hand are the new slaves that have been captured from the mortal world." As the councilmen said this, the doors were opened as two guards led a dozen slaves in, all bound by chains shackled to their ankles and feet.

He barely paid any attention to them, none of them really peeking his interest. They were all the same, really; tattered clothes, bruised skin, disheveled appearance.

"Take them to the-" he paused mid-sentence, as his eyes scanned over one particular slave.

The boy...looked remarkably similar to him. Pale skin, narrowed eyes, odd-looking tri-colored hair that went up in spikes, the tips blending into a purple-red color. Blond bangs framed his face, but some shot up into his hair like lightning bolts. From what he could tell, their only difference between each other was their clothes.

"My lord?" One of the councilmen asked, worried that he stopped in the middle of his sentence.

Barely acknowledging the councilman, he pointed to the slave, "Bring him here."

One of the guards nodded, as they unlocked the shackles on the male and dragged the frightened boy over to their king. He stopped right next to the steps of the throne, watching as he descended the stairs to stand directly in front of the boy.

Lifting his chin up, he examined the boy, watching as fearful amethyst eyes followed his every move. Dropping his head, he motioned the guard away as he stared down at the boy.

"What is your name, boy?" He demanded.

The latter looked away, not answering.

Growling, he grabbed the boy's hair, dragging it back so he was looking him in the eye, "I said, tell me your name boy!"

A wince, "Y-Yami, your highness….." He mumbled.

A smirk, "That's better." He dropped his head, picking the boy up by the scruff of his neck and dragging him towards the throne with him.

"Now sit." He commanded once he sat down on his thrown, motioning for the slave - his slave - to sit on his lap.

With slight hesitation, the slave obeyed and reluctantly sat on the other's lap. He shivered when he felt the other's warm breath on his neck, sending shivers up his spine.

A low, dark chuckle, "Are you enjoying this, slave?"

A tremble.

"Don't worry," something wet glided over his ear, gently nibbling on it; a tongue. "I'll make you enjoy it."

Today, was going to be a long day.

The meeting lasted several hours. Yami didn't know if the man was purposefully prolonging his suffering, or if it was just a coincidence. Though, considering what he had done to other victims unfortunate enough to get in his way, he guessed it was the former.

Yami took it as a form of torment. Being humiliated in front of the council as the king toyed with him, licking, biting or scratching his body. Grinding his hips against his backend and running his hands under his shirt, toying with his nipples. Gently gliding over his crotch. Touching him in places...no other had touched him before.

It was so, fucking humiliating.

And he hated every damn minute of it.

And the man holding him captive knew it too.

But on a slightly better note, there were other punishments not as bad as the one he was currently facing. Like, his food deprivation, dehydration, and sleep deprivation were some of them. Those he could deal with.

He'd come this far without giving up or giving in.

And he wasn't about to now.

A/N: And here I bring you the story that I've had the document sitting in my files for nearly 2 years now collecting dust. You're welcome.

Also, a few notes: 1. I forgot the original plot of the story and what the summary for it was, so I basically scrapped it and winged it. 2. Impetum-Ignis roughly translated to 'Fire-Impulse' in Latin (I believe). This will come into play later. 3. This story is going to be A LOT different from what I first wanted it to be. I wanted it to be a lil' fluffy thing with Yugi being cold and distant, and Yami trying to change that, blah blah blah. But then this...darker thing came out. Expect some Yami torture soon! :D

So yah, that's basically it. Oh, and I finished this all in one go so don't hate me 'cuz there's bound to be mistakes somewhere.

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