After school, Joey rode in Kaiba's limo to the Kaiba Manor. The place was huge, but easy to navigate. He sat in Kaiba's room, on the bed. He looked around the room. It was so blank, Kaiba didn't even have any posters up on the walls.

"Jeeze Kaiba you don't even have any posters," said Joey.

"I work Wheeler I don't really have time for material items," said Kaiba.

The door opened and in walked Gozaboro, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Joey sitting on the bed.

"I thought I told you friends weren't allowed over unless there was a days notice," growled Gozaburo.

"Hey it ain't his fault, I told him I was going to come over whether he liked it or not," said Joey.

"Well you need to leave, the house is not prepared to hold guests," said Gozaburo.

"Sorry, no can do, told my dad I was staying the night here," said Joey.

"Seto..." Gozaboro narrowed his eyes at his son.

"Joey, you need to go," said Seto.

"Don't let him boss you around, he's dead for all anyone cares," said Joey, purposely inticing the older Kaiba.

"Fucking child, obviously you need a lesson in respect," snarled Gozaboro as he stalked over to Joey.

"And what kind of a lesson would you have in mind?" asked Joey, looking up sweetly at Gozaboro.

"Seto leave the room," said Gozaburo.

"No, leave him out of this father," said Seto.

"Insolent child," said Gozaburo as he spun on Seto and backhanded his son, knocking him into the wall. He turned his attention back to Joey.

"I'll give you a lesson you'll never forget."

Gozaboro pinned Joey down onto the bed and crushed his lips to the blond's. Joey struggled to get away, Kaiba hadn't been kidding when he said his father was strong. Gozaboro reached his free hand down to grope Joey's crotch harshly through the blond's jeans. Joey fought back even more, but found this didn't help, because it only turned the older man on more.

Seto tried to clear his vision from the blow he had taken. But everything was spinning and he felt like he was going to puke. He closed his eyes, he had to help Joey, but he couldn't even get to his feet let alone see straight.

Gozaboro undid the zipper on Joey's jeans and pulled them off, along with the blond's boxers. Joey's lungs burned for air as Kaiba's father continued to kiss him. He shivered as cold air ran across his now exposed lower half. Gozaboro moved Joey farther onto the bed, tying the blond's hand to the headboard, so he could use his own hands for other things.

Joey gasped for air as Gozaboro pulled away from him. He tried to pull his hands free, but they were bound tightly. Gozaboro looked down greedily at Joey's milky white skin, the skin that he was about to bruise and scar forever. Gozaboro spread Joey's legs wide after he had taken off his own pants, he entered the blond in one quick fluid motion.

Joey cried out in pain. He gritted his teeth as Gozaboro began to rape him. He could take it. He would take the pain, just like he told Kaiba he would.

"Now you'll learn to respect other people's rules," hissed Gozaburo.

"I hope you die," snarled Joey as he gritted his teeth against another wave of pain.

It was all over in a matter of minutes, and Gozaboro left the two boys to take care of themselves. Joey slipped back into his pants, sore, hurt, and bruised. He walked slowly over to Kaiba and knelt down.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Are you?" asked Kaiba.

"Come with me, get your brother and come stay at my place for a few days," said Joey.

"What about – "

"My dad won't care," said Joey, "Don't worry about him."

"Okay," said Seto as he got woozily to his feet and went to get his brother.


In an hour Seto, Mokuba, and Joey arrived at Joey's house. No one was home so they had the house to themselves.

"My dad doesn't get home till late, so you can make yourselves at home," said Joey, "I'm going to go hit the shower."

"Joey, you're sure this will be alright with your father?" asked Seto.

"Kaiba, relax, you're safe here," said Joey and he walked into the bathroom.

"Seto..." said Mokuba, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," lied Seto, "How about we see what we can find to eat.


Joey plopped down into a chair across from Seto and Mokuba. Mokuba was asleep in Seto's lap and Seto looked like he was about to pass out.

"Hey," said Joey, "Mokuba can sleep in my room."

"That's okay," said Seto, "I think we're fine here."

"It's not a problem," said Joey.

"Wheeler we've intruded enough I think on your home life, we'll be okay right here," said Seto.

"I'm telling you Kaiba, let him sleep in my room, you can stay in there too," said Joey, "I'll sleep out here on the couch.

"Wheeler..."

"Don't argue with me Kaiba," said Joey.

"Fine," sighed Seto as he picked up his brother and moved to Joey's room.

Joey took Seto's place on the couch and laid down, closing his eyes. He yawned and rolled onto his side.


Joey woke up to a rough shake. He bolted up and looked around. His father was home, and he was drunk.

"Hey pops," said Joey as he stretched.

"You have a bed," said his father.

"Yeah I know, and I have some friends over, who are in my bed," said Joey.

"And when was this arranged?"

"Why do you care, you don't normally?"

Joey's father backhanded Joey, leaving a dark bruise. Joey growled but didn't retaliate. Last time he did, he had regretted it.

"Now answer me."

"It was arranged earlier today," said Joey, gently touching the bruises on both sides of him face, one from now and the other from yesterday.

"My room, now."

"No," said Joey defiantly.

"Now."

Joey didn't move. His father grabbed his upper arm and forced him into the bedroom. Joey tried to pull away, but that only made his father's grip tighten. The blond found himself on the floor, his father on top of him.

Joey's mind started racing, he knew what his father was going to do. But if his father found out about what Kaiba's father had done to him he'd be even more furious.

"Father don't," said Joey forcefully.

"Make me stop," said his father as he pulled of Joey's sweat pants.

Joey didn't normally struggle against his father, but now he did. If his father got his boxers off...

"Father not tonight," said Joey as he tried to push his father away.

His father didn't answer. Joey couldn't stop his father and his boxers were soon removed from his body. His father paused, as his eyes registered the bruises on Joey's legs, thighs, and hips.

"Where? Where did those come from?" growled his father.

Joey couldn't lie about the bruises and he knew it.

"Answer me."

"From Kaiba..." said Joey, meaning Seto's father, not the brunette himself.

"That boy raped you!"

"No, not Seto, it was his father."

"His father is dead."

"No he's not," said Joey, "He faked his death. And every night he hurts Seto, why do you think Seto and Mokuba are in my room."

"They're the ones in your bed?"

"Yes, because I brought them here, to get away from Gozaboro's abuse."

Joey's father looked down at him. He wasn't sure whether or not to believe his son, Seto Kaiba was his son's worst enemy. He knew Joey wouldn't bring that boy here without a good reason.

"So," said Joey's father, "Why did he rape you?"

"Because I wouldn't let him hurt Seto," said Joey eyes averted.

"So you took that boy's abuse for him."

"Yes," said Joey, "Because if I can take your abusethen I can take everybody else's."

Joey's father was taken aback. He hadn't expected that out to come out of his son's mouth. He moved away from Joey.

"Put your clothes back on and get out," said Joey's father.

Joey did as he was told and shut the bedroom door as he left. He went and sat down on the couch. His body was trembling and he was holding back every tear that wanted to fall.

"Joey..."

Joey looked up to see Kaiba kneeling in front of him. He could hold back the tears no longer. Joey slid off the couch into Kaiba's arms. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take the pain, he couldn't take the abuse. He was tired...tired of everything.