AbhorsenSabriel87: Hello fan fic readers! I am terribly sorry, but I will not have my Yu-Gi-Oh! muses today, but I do have Hiei simce this is a very angsty (if that's a word) fic.
Hiei: Whatever. I'm just here to keep you from ruining the moment.
Sabriel: --sighs-- Whatever. Anywho, this is a yoai fic with SetoxJounouchi pairing and it is rated the way it is for a reason! I don't want it to be deleted because of a low rating!
Hiei: Basically, anyone who hates yoai and/or angst, do not continue reading.
Sabriel: Exactly. Hiei, disclaimer.
Hiei: Sabriel does not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Yu-Gi-Oh!, so don't sue her or I'll lop off your head.
Sabriel: Good enough. Now let's go before I ruin the mood even more.
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---"Dad stop!" a little boy cried out, his Brooklyn accent cracking and his young face red. Tears poured out of his fear-filled eyes as he scrambled away from the blows aimed at him. "Dad stop! Snap out of it! You've been drinkin' again!" The blonde boy ran down the hall into a bedroom with only an army-style cot with boxes underneath and a window. The boy locked the doorknob, shoved the door closed as hard as he could, and bolted for the window. He tried to open the double paned glass, but found that it was locked tightly from the outside.
---"Get yer ass out here ya fuckin' brat!" a male voice yelled out, his words slurred and fueled by anger as his footsteps slowly pounded down the hallway. The boy stood still, his innocent and dark chocolate eyes shining with fear. "I ain't goona call ya again!" the mann yelled, now in front of the door. The handle jiggled, but did not open and a muttered curse was heard outside. "You little bastard! Open this goddamn door right fucking now!"
The preteen scrambled under the bed and rearranged the boxes to hide his skinny body from view. His brown eyes watched the door fearfully as it crashed open, the form of his drunken ex-military father stumbling through as well. The man, unlike his son, was heavily muscled and brawny in the shoulders, standing roughly six foot five. His rusty brown hair was in a crew cut, and his eyes of the same color were bloodshot and scanned the room. His large hands held an empty bottle of some unknown alchoholic beverage and a roll of duct tape.
---"Now where are ya, ya little shit?" he muttered, moving slowly over to the bed. The young boy cowered behind the boxes and he heard slience for a moment, the quiet only broken by his pounding heart and his father's raspy breathing. Suddenly, the cot flew up off the ground, landing with a crash on the other side of the room as the man picked up his son by the neck and squeezed tightly. The child yelped like an injured dog and grabbed at his attacker's hand, but his own were far too small to be of any use.
---"Well, lookie what I found 'ere," the man rasped. "A mangy, scared little pup hiding under the bed." He slammed the boy face-first into the floor, then placed his right knee in the dazed child's back to hold him down as he tied the blonde's wrists behind his back with the duct tape. The child whimpered slightly as the man pulled out a hunting knife from his belt and cut away the boy's thin cotton shirt, leaving his bare back to the intoxicated abuser. "Let's see if the runt'll survive basic training," the man murmured, placing the knife on the boy's shoulder and slowly cut a diagonal line from the kid's shoulder to his ribs. The young boy screamed in agony and tried to twist away, but the man put more pressure on his spine. "Papa stop!" the child screamed. "It hurts Papa! Papa please stop!"
---"Stop?!" the man yelled, grabbing a fistful of the child's long blonde hair and slamming the child's face into the floor, creating a slight splatter mark as the child's nose snapped soundly and he yelped again. The man made another deep cut identical to the prior one as the boy screamed again. "The little mongrel wants me to stop?! I have not even begun yet Jounouchi!" The deranged and newly enraged man grabbed the back of the boy's jean shorts and yanked them off, tearing the seams and ripping through the thick fabric. He grabbed the child's feet and hurridly taped them together by the ankles. He kept his knee in place as he pulled off his vest and camo shirt, then unbuckled his belt, instead wrapping the thick leather aroung the boy's neck tightly. The deranged figure then stood and pulled off his camo jeans, causing the child to gasp in fear, for his father's member was sticking straight out and looked really big to the small boy.
---The "father" flipped his son over so that the boy was laying uncomfortably on his back with his arms bound beneath him, then pulled down the younger's white underwear to his ankles and pushed the child's thighs apart. He stroked the preteen's penis, causing the wanted result, and rubbed his own erect self on the child. He pushed his finger slowly into the child's small and untrained opening. The boy gasped in pain and shock and his abuser leaned in close, enough to smell the alchohol on his breath. "Well, pup, yer on yer leash now now and I'm yer master. But today..." The man smirked and put a second finger into the boy, stretching the opening further, causing the boy to moan in pain and surprising pleasure. "You'll be a man now boy!" The drunk then straddled the boy and place his member at the child's opening.
---"Take this like a man, ya little bastard!" he screamed, then he thrusted deeply into the boy who was his son.
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---A blonde haired teen screamed in his sleep and woke up, sitting up straight in his sleeping bag, his dark cocoa eyes wide and his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His hair was matted to his head in the sweat that covered his whole body and he brushed it away, knowing that he wouldn't get anymore sleep tonight. A slight rustling sound came from his right and a pair of tired amethyst eyes met his own brown ones from the bed next to him.
---"Jounouchi, are you okay?" the owner of the violet eyes asked, obviously tired, but also worried for his friend's well-being. The blonde nodded and put a hand to his chest, recalling the dream's every detail.
---"I'm okay Yuugi," he muttered, his Brooklyn accent masking his shaky voice. "Had a bad dream, is all. A nightmare, ya know?" The moon shone through the window onto the younger boy's face as he nodded sleepily and glanced at his clock. The blonde looked as well, seeing the analog clock read 4:23 in the morning. "Get s'more sleep, Yuge," he muttered. "I'll be okay. Was only a nightmare."
---"Was it that one again, Jou?" Yuugi asked, waking up slowly and brushing his blonde bangs away from his face. Jounouchi sighed and averted his gaze, nodding after a moment and closing his chocolate eyes. "Yeah," he said, barely above a whisper. "It was Yuge." Yuugi's hand touched his best friend's shoulder in a childish but comforting way.
---"It's the past Jounouchi-kun," he whispered. "Eventually, you won't remember it anymore." Jou nodded and turned to face his friend's deceivingly young face and smiled softly.
---"Thanks Yuugi."
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Sabriel: That's the end of this chapter, but if I get some helpful reviews (or flames) I may just write another chapter.
Hiei: It's scary enough what you've done in this one!
Sabriel: Meh. The next chapter won't have any sex scenes in it. Only fighting. Happy?
Hiei: Yup.
Sabriel: --sighs-- I end here for now. No reviews/flames means that this will remain a one-shot, so if you want more...
Hiei: R&R ningens.
Sabriel: Exactly.