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Hurt Me	By : Shi_koi Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 3831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hurt Me
- 2-Chapter One
- 1
- 2
*WARNING!!*
This chapter contains RAPE,
I repeat, this chapter contains
RAPE, of the
male/male non-consensual sexual variety. It is graphic and not for
those with weak stomachs. If you choose to disregard this warning and
find this chapter not to your liking than you're an idiot and
shouldn't have come here.

There
is also bad language etc...etc...and the sort of things that don't go
on in 'nice' fics.

Btw,
anyone over the age of 16 can have sex legally here in the UK. In the
fic, Yugi is 17 going on 18. He may still be in school, but he isn't
a chibi.

If
you decide to flame me, remember this; I do not suffer fools lightly,
and those of you brave enough to add your email address had better be
prepared for the fallout. To those who do not, such cowards are not
worth the bacteria they harbour, much less the air they breathe.

To
everyone else, thanks for staying to read this chapter. This is one
of those fics that I write as a stress-reliever. I may not always
agree with the things I write, but it is an excellent way to blow off
steam without harming anyone in real life.

Hope
you enjoy this chapter, angst abounds after the first few pages.

Hugs,

~Shi-koi~

~*~*~

Chapter
One

~*~*~

Ryou
felt a strange tug on his Sennen Ring. He frowned in confusion. The
pull felt oddly familiar.

Yami?

What?
The disgruntled voice of his yami echoed loudly in his mind.

Can
you feel that?

There
was a brief flash of light. Within seconds Bakura stood next to Ryou.
“Feel wha-” Bakura froze. He took a quick look around.

“What
are we doing here?”

Ryou
blushed. “I just wanted some time alone. The harbour is pretty
at night.” The pale-haired boy offered sheepishly.

“Hmmn.”
Bakura crossed his arms, concentrating on the strange feeling. His
eyes suddenly flashed.

“That
feels like the baka Pharaoh.”

“Nani?!”
Ryou blinked, then his brows creased in an odd mixture of worry,
curiosity and fear. “But he's in Egypt.”

Bakura
shook his head, walking over to the waters edge. His almost jet eyes
peering into the murky water. “Not anymore.” He stated
flatly. Before Ryou could say anything else, Bakura jumped into the
dusk-shadowed ocean.

Yami!!

Shut
up. Bakura was looking for something.

The
minutes passed. Ryou started to get agitated. He wiped his suddenly
damp palms on his blue jeans, debating whether to risk calling for
his yami again.

Then
there was a splash, and a loud gasp.

“Bakura!”

“Baka,
don't just stand there, throw me a rope.”

Ryou
jumped back, throwing the dark spirit one of the rope ladders
connected to the side of the concrete and metal edge of the bay.

Bakura
climbed up. His features slightly grimmer than usual.

“Yami?”

Bakura
turned pitch-dark eyes onto his light. He held up his hand.

Ryou
paled, his breath caught suddenly in his throat. He was dimly aware
that he was shaking his head in horror. “Nonononono....”
The horrified chant echoed across the deserted pier, Bakura simply
staring, silent, at the item before him.

In
his hands, Bakura held the Sennen Puzzle.

~*~*~

Icy
cold water suddenly drenched Yugi's skin. He screamed as his body
spasmed against the harsh stone floor, grating against half-healed
wounds. With great effort, Yugi forced his muscles to lock,
preventing his body from thrashing any further. Yugi bit back a moan
of pain when someone, presumably his captor, dragged him up by his
bound wrists, tugging him across the floor.

“K-kai..”
Yugi swallowed, too weak to speak any more.

There
was a snort of amusement. Then Yugi found himself
thrown to land on a....bed?

“Hold
still.”

Yugi
felt a spark of despairing laughter echo in his mind. As if I
could move.

There
was a click, and Yugi found his wrists fastened to the top of the
bed. No please. Not this. Not this. Nononononotthis.

Tensing
himself for the worst, Yugi was shocked when Kaiba smoothed something
fragrant onto the healing cuts on his back.

“Wh-y?”
Yugi rasped. The sudden change from tormentor to healer confusing
him.

The
bed creaked slightly. “I can't hurt you if you're already in
pain.” came the horrifying answer.

This
time, Yugi did laugh. It was hollow, dark and resembled a harsh cough
more than airy laughter. But Kaiba got the point. The hysterical
tinge in it apparent.

~*~*~

Three
days. It had been three days since Bakura had found the Sennen Puzzle
at the bottom of Domino Bay Harbour. Three days since the search for
Yugi and Yami had begun, Ryou dragging his Yami into the frantic
midst of the usual Yugi-tachi crew.

Honda
and Jounouchi had barely stopped to sleep or eat, often out all hours
of the day and night, traversing the streets of Domino for clues,
anything which could help, while even the often absent Mai had flown
from a shoot at Kyoto to Domino on the first overnight flight,
already utilising her many contacts to put out the word both here in
Domino, as well as all the nearby towns.

Anzu
had mustered her old friends, including Miho, and sent them out with
flyers covered with the well-known face of the petite Duel Monsters
Champion, asking for information on his current whereabouts.

Yesterday,
Ryou had taken it upon himself to go with Anzu to see Seto Kaiba,
asking for the young multi-billionaire to aid in their search. Much
to his surprise, and gratitude, Kaiba had agreed to put out the word
among his employees to keep a lookout for Yugi and Yami, his eyes
shadowing with worry when Ryou had told him of the bad news.

But
nothing had changed.

No-one
had seen Yugi, not the airport, not the taxi companies they had
asked, not even the bus services could remember seeing him. Yugi was
distinctive enough to not be forgotten – if he was seen, but
somehow he had vanished off the face of the Earth.

Now
Ryou didn't even know if his friend,
someone he sometimes thought of as his best friend, was still alive.

~*~*~

The
room he was in was never too cold, he had been given a long white
button-down shirt that fell almost to his knees, he was fed
regularly, even if it was nothing more than a paste, a nutritional
paste with – according to his captor, everything his body
needed, and he was kept clean, the showers humiliating and debasing,
since Yugi was tied up on these occasions and forced to endure having
another touch him to clean him, but at least he wasn't going to get
sick.

Nope,
fat chance of that happening.

Kaiba
had made sure Yugi knew with utter certainty that he would only allow
Yugi to suffer what Kaiba chose for him. Sickness simply wasn't
allowed, since it would eventually dull the senses.

In
the past three days, Kaiba had become even better at his games,
utilising methods which Yugi was certain he
would never forget.

Yesterday
it had been needles. Not just ordinary needles – no, Kaiba had
created them himself in his underground lab, well, one of them
anyway. He had taken great delight in describing them before using
them.

Thirteen
inches long, made from a durable but flexible
alloy that Kaiba himself had developed, hollow-tipped and filled with
tiny, microscopic tentacles which, once the needles were used, would
locate the muscles and nerves closest to them and stimulate
them for maximum agony.

It
was a combination of pure reverse acupuncture, and neuro-technology.
Amazing, and terrible.

Yesterday
was also the first time that Kaiba had
removed his blindfold and left it off. It seemed as though the elder
teen had prepared everything he wanted, and had Yugi in the state he
desired.

Yugi
didn't know what terrified him more. The relief at finally being able
to see his surroundings, and, when he entered, Kaiba as well, or
horror at being forced to watch as each implement of his torture
was laid out the night before on the table at the other side of the
room where Yugi could see them, but couldn't reach.

On
the table now was a set of restraints, a needle and vial of a blueish
liquid, a ring-gag with dark, thick bindings, two small jars with
something dark in them, a black crop, a set of black ropes and last,
but by no means least, a video camera, with a stand folded up beside
it.

Yugi
glanced at the table again, his lips pulling in a taut line as his
eyes flicked to each item in the row. He huddled up against the wall
in the corner of the bed, moving the collar and chain around his neck
to the side for ease of movement. Tight, but not suffocatingly so,
the collar had become his only constant during the past few weeks
that he had been here. The chain gave him about twenty feet of
mobility, just enough to reach the toilet, but nothing else, not even
the shower.

The
table was at least twice that distance away.

Yugi
jerked round with a flinch as the metal door opened, dim light from
the outside spilling into the even darker grey-walled
and stone floored room. The pleased smirk on Kaiba's face as the
brunette teen stepped inside made the bottom fall out of his stomach.

Oh
no, please, please not now, not so soon. It can't be that
time already! It can't!

Yugi
let out the breath that he hadn't realised
he was holding, the sharp exhalation the
only sound in the room.

Then
Kaiba smiled. His ice blue eyes as hard as diamond. “Hello
Yugi.” he greeted pleasantly.

Yugi
kept silent and froze, not daring to move a muscle.

“I
hope you haven't been waiting long. Those board meetings tend to take
more time than I'd like.” Kaiba said evenly, taking off the
long navy coat and placing it on one of the chairs beside the table.
His long fingers brushed over the camera, then he turned his back to
Yugi.

Yugi
dared to take in a breath, his hands fisting in the stark white
sheets beneath him. He could see the back
of the black silk shirt Kaiba wore pull across his shoulders as the
other teen set up the video camera facing the bed, the thin material
barely concealing Kaiba's slim form, steel-strong muscles hiding
within Kaiba's slender teenage build. Sometimes, when Kaiba lifted
him with only one hand and threw him across the room, Yugi would
wonder to himself if Kaiba had ever done experiments on himself with
any of his neuro-creations.

If
he had, it wouldn't be a surprise.

The
way Kaiba worked, the seemingly never ending supply of energy he had,
his strength, his speed, as he showed in gaining the upper hand when
he drugged him fast enough to remove the Sennen
Puzzle and Yami from him, as well as the odd way Kaiba had with all
computers silently freaked Yugi out.

Kaiba
made a few adjustments to the camera then turned, beckoning Yugi
forward with an impatient flick of his hand.

“Well?”
Kaiba said with an irritated air when Yugi just stared at him with
wide frightened eyes. “Are you going to come here or do I have
to come fetch you myself?”

The
way he said the word fetch sent chills down Yugi's spine. Not
waiting another second, Yugi scrambled to the edge of the bed and
virtually ran to the farthest length the chain would reach toward
Kaiba.

Kaiba's
lips curled in amusement. “Good boy.”

Crossing
the rest of the way to Yugi, Kaiba trailed one tanned hand down
Yugi's pale face to his chin then down the slender column of his
neck, his hand stopping at the top button of the white shirt the
small youth before him wore. He had chosen the shirt for a reason. It
emphasised Yugi's almost girlish figure,
the overlarge material spilling over too-small shoulders and covering
tiny hands with the cool material, down to the slim, white, smooth
thighs that peeked out from the edge of the shirt.

It
made Yugi look even more vulnerable than he was, in a way that
him being completely naked simply couldn't accomplish.
It was the feeling of anticipation each time Kaiba undressed his
'prize' that kept the constant need high.

Not
to mention how easy they were to buy and replace. No one would
associate Kaiba's buying a pack of white dress shirts with any
suspicion, just as all his other planning
meant that nothing else odd had to be bought which could bring the
focus of Yugi's kidnapping to his own
doorstep. Leaning forward a fraction, close
enough that he could smell the peach-scented shampoo he'd bought for
Yugi's use on those long tri-coloured spikes of hair, Kaiba flicked
open the row of buttons down the front of the white shirt.

The
closer he got to Yugi's waist the more Yugi
would begin to tremble, until he would have to force himself to stand
still while Kaiba pulled the cool material off him completely.

Kaiba
loved that moment.

The
look of haunted vulnerability, of abject helplessness went straight
to Kaiba's groin, sending sparks of liquid fire coursing through his
veins.

Oh
how he loved that moment.

Kaiba
flicked open the last button, tilting Yugi's head up when the small
teen tried to look away, a deep crimson flush of embarrassment
flooding his skin from his cheeks down, and pushed the material until
it fell from Yugi's delicately-boned shoulders, coming to rest
halfway down Yugi's arms, framing his body
while hiding nothing.

“Open
your mouth.” Kaiba whispered softly, the hint of steel barely
disguised in his husky voice.

Yugi's
bottom lip trembled, but he didn't dare disobey, not after the last
'punishment' when he refused.

Kaiba
licked Yugi's bottom lip, slipping his
tongue inside the warmth of Yugi's mouth, a low moan escaping at the
frightened shudder that ran through Yugi's body as Kaiba pressed
himself against the much smaller teen.

One
hand drifted down gently until it reached the end of the fabric,
before Kaiba yanked it off Yugi's trapped arms in one swift movement,
sending Yugi crashing to the floor at Kaiba's feet, knees bent
awkwardly, his body twisted and his breath coming in fast gulps.

Kaiba
turned on his heel, striding towards the table. He paused just long
enough to grab the gag and ropes, walking back with a gleam in his
eyes as Yugi climbed unsteadily back to his feet. He held up the gag.

“Open.”
Kaiba commanded Yugi, holding the metal and leather contraption up to
Yugi's mouth. He secured it tightly around Yugi's head, pulling the
straps taut at the back of Yugi's hair, making sure there was no
leeway.

The
black rope was next to be used, and Kaiba spent a few moments running
the braided stiff material over Yugi's shoulders and down to his
belly, deliberately brushing the thick black rope over his exposed
genitals, holding Yugi still with his other hand when Yugi recoiled
away from him by reflex.

The
next few minutes passed by with excruciating slowness to Yugi as
Kaiba took his time binding Yugi up to both keep him in one position
as well as to look aesthetically pleasing.
The rope was halved over Yugi's chest, with both lengths being wound
around his shoulder blades three times,
then sweeping down to his waist, then back up to his neck before
being crossed over again.

Kaiba
took his time, layering the bonds around Yugi's upper body until the
rope ran out, leaving Yugi's alabaster white skin covered in diagonal
diamond crosses of rope, a thick black
section covering his throat, keeping his head immobile beside the
collar, and with two identical bands of rope, made from at least five
rows, on each of his upper arms, pulling them behind his back to his
shoulders. There was another one around his waist, with two extra
loops standing out at each side.

Yugi
didn't want to wonder what the two loops would be used for, but
seeing two more lengths of rope in his captor's hands, he knew that
he would probably find out very soon.

He
was right.

Kaiba
took one length of thick black rope and wound it like a manacle
around Yugi's right ankle three times, then led it up to Yugi's upper
thigh and wound it around three times, leading it back down to wind
around Yugi's slim ankle another two times, then back up to his
thigh, threading it through the loop at Yugi's waist on the same
side.

The
other rope was used in the exact same way on the other side, with an
excess of two hand-spans dangling down at either side of Yugi's
waist.

Kaiba
gave a small tug at the extra lengths of rope, suddenly forcing Yugi
to kneel as his ankles were pulled without warning to his thighs. He
fell down in an ungainly heap sideways, his knees hitting the stone
floor painfully hard, jarring his entire body.

Well,
at least now he knew what the loops were for.

Pushing
himself up using his shoulders, then trying to balance on his sore
knees, Yugi missed Kaiba's return to the table, or his filling of the
needle with the blue liquid. When he dared to look up Kaiba was
already standing in front of him, holding the needle up as he checked
for air in the tube. When he was satisfied, he turned
to Yugi.

“Don't
move.”

Yugi
froze. After the previous day he was still terrified of needles. He
hadn't known it was
possible to inflict so much pain with just a few jabs.

Kaiba
wiped the area with a small swab with a pungent smelling alcohol. The
nib of the needle went in smoothly in the flesh of his upper thigh,
just next to the top section of the rope, the pain completely
negligible in the light of previous events.
The contents were pushed in slowly as the plunger was depressed, then
the needle was withdrawn when the tube was empty, Kaiba quickly
pressing a small square of cotton and tape
to the area to stop the small amount of
bleeding.

He
had been serious when he had told Yugi that he would not allow him to
get sick.

He
had other plans.

The
needle was replaced on the table and the small jars brought back.
This time, Kaiba carried them straight to the low bed, placing them
on the floor by the metal headboard. He returned for Yugi, lifting
him effortlessly, carrying him to the bed, the chain sliding with a
rattle across the floor behind them.

He
placed Yugi in the center of the bed on his back, his knees up since
the ropes were still pulled taut. Ignoring the frightened expression
in Yugi's eyes, Kaiba picked up and opened one of the jars, dipping
his fingers into the bitter-sweet fragrant blend of odd herbs, the
sticky-slick black mass coating his fingers, with the excess sliding
off smoothly.

Leaning
over Yugi, Kaiba rubbed the mix inside Yugi's mouth, over his lips
and tongue, the ring-gag preventing Yugi from closing his mouth. Yugi
gagged from the sudden feel of invasion, the thick, cloying scent
making his stomach turn.

Another
handful was taken out and dripped over each small nipple, Kaiba using
his other hand to rub it into his skin.

Kaiba
smirked suddenly, then smiled widely, white teeth glinting in the
dimness of the room. His hand dipped
in the jar, scooping almost the entire black mess out before Kaiba
held Yugi's thigh in one hand and coated his flaccid cock with the
black mix.

Yugi
whimpered, trying to press away from Kaiba's hands, squirming away
futilely from the embarrassment of having
his private area stroked and rubbed by someone who had him as
vulnerable as he was. The whimper turned into a high-pitch
whine of desperation, Yugi's head thrashing against the sheets as
Kaiba's careful ministrations made him respond, his arousal standing
stiff in Kaiba's hands.

Don't
look, don't look, Oh Kami-sama, please
stop!

Yugi
screwed his eyes shut, his heart pounding half in acute
embarrassment, half in horrible, terrible
bliss. He had known that things like this were possible...maybe not
because of a guy, but he'd borrowed enough magazines from Jounouchi
to be able to recognise what was happening
to him.

Then
Kaiba stopped, and Yugi felt a wave of relief, followed by worry.
Surely Kaiba couldn't do anything more to him? And he'd
stopped...right?

A
second later the popping sound of the second jar being opened cut
through his thoughts, and Yugi swallowed convulsively, trying to stop
his mouth from forming all this saliva, his tongue had started
itching and his lips felt swollen. His nipples were starting to burn
and itch at the same time, the overwhelming
urge to scratch made his hands curl in need.

Then
Kaiba put his arm against Yugi's lower legs and lifted him, exposing
the small rosebud behind his now heavy and
burning/itching ball sacs. Yugi shook his head when he
felt a slick finger press against his small opening, and a single
digit forced it's way into his body sending
a new wave of completely unfamiliar pain coursing through him. His
legs felt weak, his back sparking and his chest felt tight.

Kaiba
moved his finger and pushed another one in. Yugi tried to scream, but
a coughed choke came out from his gagged mouth instead, saliva
running down the sides of his lips and tears slowly sliding down his
face to dampen the sheets.

A
third finger was added and the pain increased, Yugi's small body
being forced to stretch beyond anything Yugi knew, the black thick
mass was being ruthlessly rubbed inside of him, the cold mess sliding
inside of him, stealing the heat from his body. Then, all too soon
the cold dissipated, and the heat began to build, until Yugi felt as
if he were being cremated from the inside
as well as from the outside.

His
body shook without any conscious control, and Yugi found himself
riding the waves of heat and pain. His only goal to survive the
moment he was in. He had no idea how long he was thrashing, or how
long he'd been in that state, but by the time it subsided to the odd
shake and tremor and a dull throb and itchy burn, Yugi was slick with
sweat, the cool air drying it unmercifully, adding shivers to his
reactions.

He
was hot, oh so hot. He felt as if were being consumed in flames. Yugi
could feel himself ache, and he needed...something...desperately.
Anything just to stop this damned heat.

“Yugi...”
Kaiba whispered huskily, his breath sending goosebumps across his
skin. “Are you burning, little Yugi? Are you feeling as if you
need something desperately, something you don't quite know, but still
crave?”

Yugi
tried to calm his dragging breaths, small sobs and whines sounding
like harsh pants from his forced-open lips.

A
warm hand trailed down his neck to his chest, his nipples suddenly
pinched cruelly. Yugi arched off the bed, the sudden contact easing
the itch, but feeding the burn. He could feel the unfamiliar coolness
of his own pre-cum dripping on his stomach, the move sending waves of
painful delight shuddering through him.

“Do
you know what you want, Yugi? Do you know what I've done to you?”

Yugi
couldn't breathe. He wanted more, anything, just to ease the itch,
just to feel that wonderful sharp bliss that seemed to echo through
him. He couldn't think straight, couldn't see straight, his body was
just one flame, being fed by Kaiba's touches.

The
bed shifted suddenly as Kaiba stood. He stripped off his black silk
shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His shoes and socks were next,
then his belt, the metal clanging as it hit the floor. His trousers
and briefs followed, releasing his already
hard arousal, the tip leaking.

Kaiba
knelt on the bed, parting Yugi's thighs. He
reached down and grabbed a handful of sweat-dampened hair in one
strong fist, yanking Yugi into a half-upright position.

“Oh
Yugi-chan...” Kaiba breathed darkly with a grim bark of
laughter. He waited for Yugi's eyes to focus, and a glimmer of
understanding spark in his large innocent eyes.

“I
could make this nice for you,” Kaiba continued, “but I
don't want to. I want you to hurt, I want you to beg. I'm going to
enjoy watching you watch this tape the next time I fuck you
Yugi-chan.”

Yugi's
eyes went even wider.

“But
first, you're going to suck my cock with that lovely mouth of yours.”
Kaiba grinned, leaning down a fraction. “Don't worry about
trying not to. You don't have a choice. I control you, Yugi-chan,
and I'm going to make sure you know that.”

He
waited as horror filled Yugi's eyes, and the smaller teen started to
struggle weakly in Kaiba's grip. Pushing Yugi's head down until his
lips just brushed the tip of his cock, Kaiba paused, wiping off the
pearly liquid onto Yugi's lips.

“Remember
to breath, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba said before thrusting his full
length into Yugi's mouth through the metal round ring-gag, not
pausing while Yugi choked and fought to breathe around Kaiba's thick
length.

“Oh
Kami!” Kaiba threw his head back, pumping himself into Yugi's
mouth. He knew that with the black mix Yugi's lips and tongue
would feel even more sensitive, and that he would be unable to
control the urge to wipe the liquid, and the itch, off against the
only available option.

“Oh
you're good, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba
purred, as Yugi did exactly as he thought he would. Yugi's small
tongue had flicked once against Kaiba's
cock by accident, then with more vigor as
Yugi realised that doing so eased the burn. To the camera it would
look as if Yugi was enjoying himself, sucking Kaiba of his own
accord, a look of pleasure...or maybe relief, on his pale face, his
cheeks flushed a light rosy pink.

Kaiba
shuddered once, then pulled back, slowly drawing his length out of
Yugi's mouth. Yugi gasped and hacked, coughing awkwardly around the
open-holed gag. He fell back with a gentle shove from Kaiba, landing
with a small bounce against the mattress.

Lifting
Yugi's thighs and opening them easily, Kaiba maneuvered himself
underneath Yugi's legs, resting his cock at Yugi's slick entrance.

“Are
you still a virgin Yugi-chan?” Kaiba asked, a cruel gleam in
his eyes. “Or has that 'spirit' of yours fucked you yet? I know
he could form a body. Did he ever touch you Yugi-chan? Did he ever
put his cock up your cute little ass?”

Yugi
flinched and screwed his eyes shut. Until recently, and only because
of Kaiba's frequent, if rather vague insinuations, he had never even
realised that two people of the same gender could have sex.
His fantasies had always been naïve, youthful things. Daydreams
of kissing a girl he liked, holding hands, innocence
dreams. The harsh reality of his current situation was so far from
his romantic, if sometimes slightly ecchi
picturings that they barely compared.

The
thought of Yami ever touching him in any way other than friendship
seemed absurd...until now. Right now he would have given anything to
have been able to trade Kaiba for the warm familiarity of his spirit
partner.

Even
in this current position.

Kaiba
shifted a fraction, his hands holding Yugi's hips firmly, pulling
Yugi's attention to him in fear-filled expectation. Then he pushed
in, slowly, just enough to open Yugi up. He paused, panting, enjoying
the frantic squirming from Yugi's trembling body, and the pained
high-pitched keen that was torn from his throat.

Kaiba
thrust in fully in one swift move, and Yugi screamed, his eyes
rolling back into his head at the terrible intrusion. The final,
complete violation of his body almost too much for him to bear. Then
Kaiba moved, pulling out, then thrusting back in deeply, and Yugi
couldn't even begin to think at the pain that shot down every nerve
of his body, the wracking, darting spikes of almost electric agony
firing his back up into one large mass of abused flesh.

The
burn, the itch, became inconsequential. Nothing compared to this.
Yugi had been beaten for years, had been kicked around and punched,
had had his skin split and his flesh bruised for many, many years,
before his friendship with Jounouchi and
the others, and before the protection afforded him by Yami.

But
still, none of that even echoed the torment he was in now. This pain
reached beyond his body. Kaiba had proved his talent at hurting him,
first crudely with the whip that had been used only twice, the
electricity, the needles, and in between those occasions there had
been lesser beatings, injections which caused his body to wrack with
agony and convulse uncontrollably.

But
this...Yugi could feel his innocence shattering,
crumbling to be trodden beneath Kaiba's
boots.

If
he was ever rescued, would there be anything of him left for it to
matter?

Kaiba
moved again, and everything fled into the overwhelming feel and pain
of his insides being stretched unmercifully with Kaiba's thrusting
cock, in the scent of salty sweat, and the noise of Kaiba's pleased
grunts and moans, lost in the thrashing of his own body, in the tears
that would not stop, in the wail that bled to be let out of Yugi's
throat at the agony and injustice of his rape.

“Yugi...”
Kaiba gasped, his movements speeding up as he neared climax, “so
damned tight!” He came with a roar, falling forward, propped
up on one arm barely a millimeter over Yugi's shivering body. His
eyes were shut, and a bead of sweat rolled down his chest, landing
against the skin of Yugi's neck.

“You'd
make a good whore, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba said, trying to catch his
breath. “So responsive, so tight. All that squirming and
clenching of your muscles. Little tease.” He undid the buckles
of the gag, throwing the ring of metal and leather straps to the
floor, a small clink echoing when it landed.

He
rolled over, to his back beside Yugi, ignoring the coughs and crack
of Yugi's jaw as the small teen tried to close his sore mouth, not
seeing the wince on Yugi's face as he pulled out of him.

“You
were good Yugi-chan,” Kaiba started, a sated half-tilted cross
between a smile and his usual smirk re-surfacing, “...but
you're not finished yet.”

Yugi
tried to move his head, not daring to look at Kaiba.

Kaiba
loosened the rope at Yugi's waist, allowing Yugi's ankles to fall
from where they had been brought up to his thighs. He sat up
slightly, lifting Yugi up and pushing Yugi's face down to his now
flaccid and essence covered cock.

“Clean
me up...with your mouth.” Kaiba commanded, laying back again
with a pillow under his head so he could watch.

Yugi
blanched.

“Don't
make me wait, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba said darkly, “You really
don't want to make me mad.”

Yugi
moved his head forward, balancing awkwardly with his arms still
strapped behind his back. He gave a tentative lick, shuddering at the
bitter-salty taste of himself and Kaiba.

“Good
boy Yugi.” Kaiba said, pleased.

~*~*~

The
door shut with a soft click.

“Anything?”
Jounouchi asked, as he entered the kitchen.

Ryou
shook his head. “No, nothing. Because Yugi made arrangements to
go to Egypt, the police aren't concerned that he can't be found here.
They put out a general notice, but they aren't going to actively look
for him. They said that since Yugi became famous so suddenly, and
because of his 'private and shy' nature that he's probably just
laying low until school starts again next year.”

“But,
Yugi would never just leave without saying goodbye.” Jounouchi
said grimly, “He may have vanished on the same day he meant to
leave, but he disappeared in the morning. He had a late afternoon
plane ticket. Can't they see that something just isn't right there?”

Ryou
shook his head. “Let's just hope he's safe.”

Jounouchi's
amber eyes darkened. Or alive. But he didn't voice the
thought.

~*~*~

TBC...

~*~*~
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