This chapter is full of angst, and rape, so if you don't like angst, or rape, uh, don't read it.

Yugi sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Thank you for the ride, Seto."

Kaiba nodded. "You're welcome, angel. Thank you for the date."

The younger man blushed, and, after a moment's hesitation, brushed his lips over Kaiba's cheek. "Goodbye," he whispered, opening the car door and stepping out. He closed it and practically ran off into his house. The executive watched him, pink dusting his cheeks, until he entered the front door; he drove off with a smile on his face.

Yugi prayed to God Ushio wasn't home. If he was, Yugi would definitely be in trouble. Deciding to make his presence known, he called the other. There was no response and he sighed in relief, heading up to his room.

As soon as he closed the door, the light flickered on. "Where have you been, fag?"

"I was on a date, Ushio-san," Yugi responded truthfully, resting his forehead on the cold wood.

"While you live here, you will not date." Ushio was surprisingly calm, serving only to heighten Yugi's fears.

"Ushio-san, that's an unreasonable re-"

Something warm pressed against his back. "You're asking for trouble, fag." Ushio pushed him up against the door and began grinding harshly against him. "We never did get to finish last night."

"Don't," Yugi muttered half-heartedly. Ushio groaned, his hands roaming up to Yugi's hips. "Ushio-san, please…"

"I think you're just trying to get out of it," the other replied. "It won't work this time…" Ushio's hands made quick work of Yugi's belt and the buttons on his jeans; he toyed with the zipper threateningly. "I'm still going to fuck your ass until you bleed."

Yugi whimpered, wishing he could fall through the floor. He was ashamed of how his groin was craving for contact from his attacker, and of how some small part of him wanted it. Not like this, Yugi admonished, allowing Ushio to push him onto his bed face down. I used to want my first time to be gentle… too late for that.

Ushio's pants and moans were almost inaudible to him, and he barely made a sound when he was harshly entered. He was focusing on the fact that it would be over before long. Yugi was almost relieved when he blacked out, the comfort of his mind a welcome response to his agony.

The older man must have been rough enough to wake him, because minutes after his vision went black, warm liquid coated his insides and his own cock spasmed, shooting his load onto his sheets. "You're disgusting, fag," Ushio almost crooned, ripping out of Yugi and grabbing his hair.

Yugi was forced to arch his back to escape the pain, but that only worsened the stabbing ache in his spine. "Yes! I'm disgusting! Please, just let me-"

He was dropped abruptly and the weight on his bed disappeared; soon after, his room door slammed closed. Yugi sighed, rolling over onto his back and regarding the sticky mass on his stomach and running down his legs with repulsion. He wouldn't dare leaving the room now, so soon after Ushio desecrated him for the… the fifth time? The sixth? Yugi's mind was so muddled he decided to let the subject drop and just go to sleep.

"Angel," Kaiba breathed, sliding one hand out of his pocket to reach toward Yugi's bruised cheek. "You're hurt."

The younger man shrugged, handing Kaiba his order and leaning against the back counter. "I-I guess…"

Kaiba narrowed his eyes. "Who did this?" he hissed, putting down the coffee and trying to touch Yugi again. "Don't lie, Yugi."

Yugi looked down, opening his mouth to respond, but he felt someone behind him and hesitated. "What are you talking about, Yugi?" Ushio asked, smirking.

"N-nothing, Ushio-san." The young waiter nodded his head in Kaiba's direction and headed in the opposite direction as quick as he could, but the executive was faster. Kaiba stood in front of him with his arms crossed, glaring down into his wide violet eyes. "Kaiba-san, I-I can't t-tell you because-"

"He'll do it again, won't he?" Kaiba grabbed Yugi's arm, ignoring his cry of pain, and dragged him out of the café. He pushed him onto the sidewalk, feeling a pang of guilt as the smaller man stumbled back and clutched his injured arm. "Tell me who it was."

"U-Ushio-san… I live with him…"

The executive sighed, stroking Yugi's cheek and gently forcing him to look up. "No, you don't. I'm renting you an apartment and you're never going to see him again. I'll find you another job."

Yugi wanted to protest; he wanted to say that he could take care of himself as he had for practically his whole life; he wanted to deny Kaiba any more access to his personal life because he was getting too involved… but I can't… he thought, looking away.

"T-thank you Kaiba-san," Yugi mumbled pathetically, fighting the tears that threatened to overflow. He was shocked into stillness when Kaiba knelt in front of him and held him close.

"It's Seto, angel," Kaiba whispered back. Yugi lost it then, burying his face in Kaiba's chest and sobbing for all he was worth. The normally cold-hearted older man let him cry, making sure not to hold him too tightly. "After we get your things, do you want to look for an apartment?"

Yugi shook his head, wrapping his arms around Kaiba's waist, and tried to suppress his display of weakness. "I d-don't need to g-get a-anything… don't make m-me go back there, p-please…"

"Never, angel. Come on, we can go to my office first."

Chapter four is done ^^ Chapter five is coming up very soon, because I have Friday off! So stay tuned, and whatever.