Disclaimer: I don't own so stick that in yer pipe and smoke it!
Summery: Yami is an alcoholic and Yugi suffers the consequences. Warning! This is AU and there is violence, rape and possible character death I haven't decided yet.
Nothing to Live for
"SUREIBU! (slave)"
At the shout Yugi jumped up from his chair where he had been dozing briefly. Trying to grab ten minutes of sleep before his attentions were demanded again.
"I'm coming teishu (master)" he called and made his way to the bottom of the stairs. Upstairs he could hear alternate banging and cursing as the partner he lived with and had loved for the past eight years hunted for something. Yugi swallowed nervously and began the ascent.
The person upstairs was getting impatient and yelled again.
"SUREIBU!"
Yugi ran up the last few steps and knocked nervously on the door to their bedroom before entering to be met by a fist, which knocked him across the hallway and into the opposite wall.
Yugi gasped in shock and put a hand to his face. The pain was intense and tears pricked at his eyes. He did not know why he was crying after all he was used to this by now wasn't he?
A movement in front of him made him look up and then he wished he hadn't as a foot connected with his stomach causing him to cry out in pain.
"Silence inu! (dog) you know better than to look at me unless I tell you to. I want some more sake (alcohol) and you are going to go out and get me some."
"Please teishu Yami, It is one o'clock in the morning nowhere will be open."
A hand grabbed him by the back of his throat and he was lifted up to gaze upon the face of the one he loved. Blazing fiery crimson eyes glared back at him as he lowered his own beautiful violet eyes.
"That my little sureibu is not my problem, you come back with my sake or you will regret it now go and don't you dare come back with nothing!" He threw Yugi to the side where he landed hard near the top of the stairs and he heard the bedroom door slam. Tears rolled down his face as he picked himself up and went downstairs to check his wallet. It was empty.
'Oh no, now what?' He didn't dare go and tell Yami that he hadn't any money. It had of course been spent on Yami's alcoholic habits though Yami would call him a liar and probably beat him again.
Yami's demanding habit meant that the small amount of cash that Yugi earned was spent on booze and nothing else. The house they lived in was bought with the cash from the sale of the game shop after his grandfather died but that money didn't last long and now it was more of a squat than anything else. There was no heating and Yugi had to scrape together just enough each month to give them some electric. There was no money for food and Yugi was constantly starving. Yet through all of this he loved Yami with every ounce of his being. He knew one day this madness would come to an end he just hoped it would be soon.
Yugi shivered and put on his tattered coat and worn out boots and prepared to face going outside.
It was blowing a gale and pouring with rain as Yugi left the house locking the front door behind him. He wondered the streets in desperation knowing that the longer he took the worse it would be for him when he got back home and if he had no sake with him he was going to suffer. He wondered along the empty streets with his coat blowing round him as the strong wind permeated the fabric and chilled him as the rainpoured down on his already scarred and battered body from the years of abuse he had been receiving at the hands of Yami. It was not long before he was soaked to the bone and shivering. He sheltered in a doorway and a tear rolled down his already saturated cheek.
'What am I going to do?'
Run away? How could he? He couldn't leave Yami. In spite of his treatment of him, Yami loved him he knew it. It was just the alcohol that made him like that. When he was sober he was loving and kind. The trouble was, Yugi couldn't remember the last time Yami had been sober. These days he was either drunk and passed out in their bed or semi-sober and looking for more sake to drown out the hangover. Yugi sighed, he could hardly remember even how Yami had taken to drink in the first place. He remembered their friends persuading him to take Yami out clubbing with them one night about six years ago. Neither of them drank normally but one of their friends had spiked Yami's drink with something. Yugi had never found out who it was though he suspected Marik was to blame judging by his dislike of Yami.
Yami had got very drunk and had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Even Yugi had enjoyed it to start with as Yami had become more lively in the bedroom when he was drunk and they had experimented quite a bit. But soon their sex sessions became more violent and Yugi had often been left sore and bruised for days afterwards until he began to make excuses to avoid sex with Yami. The violence had then begun to overflow from the bedroom and into other aspects of their lives.
In the beginning, Yami had just gotten drunk one night a week and had had a steady job with good pay and prospects. Life had been good for them then but soon it turned to two nights a week he was getting hammered.
In a few short months, Yami had gone from being a normal hard workingperson being in a loving relationship, to being a drunken lay about. He lost his job and ended up moping round the house either drunk or passed out on the floor. There were occasions when he was sober. If he had been particularly violent towards Yugi one night he would wake up the following morning and see the bruised and battered body of his small lover and would be filled with remorse and swear it would never happen again and Yugi would forgive him and for a few days life was good. But then the desire to get drunk would pull at Yami and the cycle would begin again. Those times of remission had grown less and less frequent and to date there hadn't been one for about a year.
Yami just wasn't sorry anymore. He treated Yugi as his slave and expected him to succumb to his every whim including in the bedroom. Yugi had only been able to make excuses for so long. One night Yami had had enough of Yugi's excuses of feeling sick or having a headache and had taken him by force. Yugi had crawled into a corner of the bathroom still bleeding and had cried for a long time. Yami had broken him and he had resigned himself to whatever fate had in store for him. Yami had raped him many times since that night and each time he did, Yugi lost a little piece of his self-respect. Now he saw himself as Yami's slave in mind and body. He was Yami's to be used as he wished. The only thing that remained in him was the tiny glimmer of hope that one day Yami would change and things could go back to being as they once were.
He could not recall when Yami had stopped calling him aibou and started calling him sureibu and had demanded that Yugi call him teishu. Yugi remembered asking Yami why he had stopped calling him aibou and Yami had retaliated by punching him and telling him not to speak unless he was spoken to first.
Yugi often wished he had someone to talk to but there was no one. Their friends had long since stopped speaking to them on account of yami's violence and Yugi's refusal to leave him.
"I can't I love him too much to leave." He had said to Joey one day not long after Yami had raped him the first time.
"Even to the point he might kill you in one of his tempers?" Joey had challenged him.
"But he still loves me Joey, I know he does it's just the alcohol that makes him like that. One day things will go back to as they were."
That was back when they were still friends but it had all ended when Joey had put his arm round Yugi to comfort him and a drunken Yami had spotted him and nearly killed Joey in a fit of rage and jealousy.
Yugi hadn't seen any of his friends since that day and their rejection had hurt more than any of Yami's beatings ever did. Physical wounds always healed but the metal anguish was always there and wouldn't go away no matter how much he tried to block it.
Yugi carried on down the street battling against the wind and the rain. His stomach hurt him as he hadn't eaten in two days and he knew he had to find money soon or Yami would let rip at him when he got home.
He couldn't hold back the tears, which continued to fall as he trudged along not really noticing where he was going.
He stopped and leaned up against a lamppost wondering what to do when a car pulled up in front of him. The door opened and a man looked up at him.
"How much?"
"Nani? (what)" said Yugi wondering what on earth the guy was on about. It was then he realised where he was. He had wondered into Domino's red light district and as he looked call girls and boys were wondering the streets looking for someone to pick them up and pay them for their 'services'. This man obviously thought he was there for the same thing and he faltered for a moment wondering whether to run or not but then a thought crossed his mind. This man wanted him to 'service' him and would pay him for it. His problem of a lack of money would be solved and he would be able to take some sake back for Yami. His mind worked quickly.
"What do you want?" He asked
"Get in and we can discuss that." The man said and Yugi thinking of the money, climbed into the car and sat beside the man who drove the car away.
They didn't go far. The man pulled the car into a deserted parking lot and stopped.
"How much to relieve me?" he asked Yugi and Yugi thought quickly.
"Twenty." He said hoping that this wasn't too much.
"Cheap aren't you?" commented the man and made Yugi wish he'd asked for fifty!
The man undid his trousers and Yugi bent down to perform what he had done many times with Yami.
It did not take long for the man to relieve himself into Yugi's mouth before pushing him off and zipping up his pants. He pulled out a fat wallet and gave Yugi a twenty before opening the door on Yugi's door and shoving him out of that car.
"Cheers slut you were good." Said the man before driving off and leaving Yugi lying on the ground clutching his twenty.
He picked himself up and looked at his watch. It was 2am. He had to hurry or Yami was going to throw a fit when he got home whether he had sake or not.
Fortunately he did know where he was and he set off in the direction of an all nightstore he knew of. As he went he thought to himself that it had been easy money and the guy had called him cheap! Well if that was the case couldn't he earn more money by doing this and maybe they could get their lives back together. His self-esteem was so low that selling his body really didn't bother him, getting cash to keep Yami happy and maybe be able to buy food and pay bills was important. There was no need for Yami to find out what he was doing. He silently thanked the man for giving him these new ideas as he trotted along. He had enough with the twenty to take Yami back some decentsake and buy some food. Tomorrow night he would dress better and return to the spot he had been at when the man had pulled up.
His face still hurt where Yami had punched him and there was going to be a mark but he should be able to cover it up with something if he saved a little of the cash he had just earned to buy something to cover it up with.
He got to the shop and bought enough sake for Yami to indulge himself with at least until the following night. He also bought himself something to eat and had change left for a trip into town the following day. Feeling pleased with himself, he made his way home.
He finally arrived home at 2:30am to be met by a furious Yami.
"Where have you been sureibu?" He demanded and grabbed Yugi by his collar dragging him through the door and flinging him down the hall with his bag of shopping.
Yugi lay, panting and suddenly felt Yami's weight on top of him. He knew what was coming next and closed his eyes. Yami spotted the bag of sake and grinned down at the small one under him.
"I see you succeeded in your mission sureibu. That is good."
He reached over and grabbed one of the bottles and opening it. He downed half the bottle before paying attention to the one under him.
With one swift movement, he disrobed Yugi from the waist down after pushing his coat up and over his head so he was plunged into darkness. He felt Yami pull him back into a position on all fours and position himself at Yugi's entrance before slamming himself deep into Yugi.
Yugi cried out in pain and was rewarded with a thump on his back.
"I decide when you can cry out you piece of kso!" said Yami and began to pound into Yugi viciously making Yugi bite down hard on his bottom lip to stem the pain radiating from his rear. He tasted his own blood and knew he was going to have a mark but he was in so much pain he didn't care at that moment.
Eventually Yami finished and pulled out of Yugi. He got up and grabbed his bottles of sake cradling them as if they were babies before disappearing up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door.
Tears ran down Yugi's face and he rolled over curling himself into a ball and sobbing quietly. When was it ever going to stop? Yami was getting worse and he didn't know how much more his body could take. It would be days before the soreness went and by then Yami would be demanding his services again. He would have to get some painkillers and hope it would be all right.
He cried for a long time before eventually falling asleep exactly where he was in the hallway being in too much pain to get up and move. Just before he went to sleep a vision flashed into his mind of him and Yami together as they used to be and they were laughing. He treasured that image as he fell asleep. Tomorrow things were going to change for the better he just knew it.