Fire & Ice
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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3,443
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15
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Five
Fire & Ice – Chapter Five
Mr. Wheeler narrowed his eyes as he slowly opened the door to the room he had been told his son was in. The sight which met him made the anger he’d been keeping hidden boil over and he violently grabbed Joey’s arm and yanked him away from Seto, making him trip and fall to the floor.
“Well, well, well. Thought you could sneak away did ya?” He snarled.
“N… no Dad. I just… we were…” Joey stuttered, realising there was no way out, that he’d been caught.
You see, he had known there was no way his abusive, drunken father would allow him to go on the trip with his friends. It was more likely that he’d take the money Joey had worked so hard to earn and spend it on more booze. Not wanting to miss out on a break from the nightly beatings he’d decided to just sneak off and not tell his father about it. The consequences of his actions had been shoved to the back of his mind and he told himself he’d cross that bridge when he came to it… only now he’d reached the bridge he thought he would rather not.
“Quit stuttering, you sound like an idiot.” He pulled his son to his feet and shoved him towards the door, “Come on, we’re going home.”
“Joey?” Mokuba said curiously from the open door, “Who’s this?”
“Hello, I’m Joey’s father. I’m afraid I have to take him home now. Perhaps he can come back and visit later.”
“Oh, okay.” Mokuba was slightly worried, something didn’t seem right about the situation, “Bye Joey.”
“Uh… yeah, bye Mokuba. Tell your bro I hope he gets better soon ‘kay.”
“Come on son.” His father dragged him from the room.
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Seto sighed contently and gently brushed a few golden strands of hair off his lovers face.
“Hey Seto?” Joey looked up at him adorably.
“Yes puppy?”
“I love you.” He looked worried, “But you know this isn’t really me. Ya need to wake up so you can tell me how ya feel.”
Seto considered this idea for a moment, “And what if I don’t. Can’t I just stay here?”
“None of this is real Seto-love. Not even me.”
“But I’m happy here.”
“You can be happy in the real world as well.”
“I… I can’t.” Tears were welling up in Seto’s eyes now, “You hate me there!”
Joey sat up and grasped Seto’s hands between his own, “You know that’s not true Seto. You’ve seen the way I look at you, it’s obvious I don’t hate ya. And what about Mokuba? Would you really give him up just so you could live in fantasyland?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
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Joey gave a cry of pain as his head connected with the corner of the coffee table, giving him a bloody nose. His father had wasted no time starting the beating, barely waiting until there were home.
“YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FAG!” He kicked his son in the stomach, “WASTING MONEY I COULD USE ON YOURSELF.”
“I… I earned it f… father. It w…was mine!” Joey glared up at him.
“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.” He stomped on Joey’s ankle until he felt the bones break.
Joey curled up into a ball and started sobbing as he heard his father leave the room. He knew better than to think it was over, he was sure it’d get a lot worse.
“Well, since you decided to spend the money that should’ve been mine I guess you’ll need a way to repay me…” He smirked, “And I have a brilliant idea.”
Joey’s eyes widened when he realised his dad was now completely naked and advancing on him lustfully.
“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!” He screamed, trying to run for it despite his broken ankle.
“Going to make this difficult are you son. No matter, I thought you would so I’ve prepared your room.” He grabbed Joey’s arm and dragged him kicking and screaming into the boy’s bedroom.
“No! Let me go!” He cried as he was thrown facedown on his bed and his clothes were ripped off, “Please… I’ll do anything you want, just don’t do this.”
His father laughed at him, binding his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, “Don’t be boring Joseph.”
Joey screamed as his father forced his way into his son’s virgin entrance without any kind of preparation, ripping him open viciously. The slick blood served as lubricant as his father began to thrust in and out, giving Joey no time to adjust to the large member that was tearing him apart. He screamed as loud as he could, praying that someone would hear and save him from the pain.
“Aren’t you having fun Joseph?” He smirked at the thrashing boy beneath him, “Well, you’d better cause I won’t stop until you cum.”
Gritting his teeth as his body was violated Joey forced himself to drift, pretending it was not his father brutally raping him, but rather Seto Kaiba gently making love to him. Joey moaned with pleasure and pain as he felt his father start pumping his erection roughly, bringing his release closer.
“SETOOOOO!” He cried as he came, tears of shame filling his eyes when he realised what had happened.
His father moaned loudly as he gave one last, deep thrust and filled his son with his seed, “God you’re a good fuck Joseph.”
“Get off me.” He whimpered, “Leave me alone.”
“Oh I don’t think so.” His father untied his wrists and ankles then shoved him towards a door at the other end of his room, “You paid me back for the money you hid from me but you still need to be punished for running away.”
Joey screamed and clawed at the older male when he realised what was going to happen, “No Dad! Not that! Please Dad!”
“Too late boy.” He snarled, yanking open the door and throwing Joey into the small, coffin-like room behind it, “You should’ve thought of this before you ran away.”
Joey screamed as he heard the lock click, banging on the door until his hands bled. There was barely enough room in there for him and the air was thick and stuffy, making it difficult to breath. His eyes glazed over and he started thrashing around hysterically, screaming incoherently and tearing at his hair. See, Joey suffered from severe claustrophobia, a fact that his father was all too happy to exploit, and the small room was absolute torture for him.
His father sat outside the door, listening to his son’s hysterics until they ceased, signalling that he’d fallen unconscious.
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Seto slowly opened his eyes and blinked, “Mokuba?” He called softly.
As his vision focussed he saw his little brother sitting next to him, his head resting on the bed as he slept. Gently he brushed Mokuba’s hair away and kissing his forehead.
“Seto?” The young boy mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “You’re awake.”
“Yeah.”
“YOUR AWAKE!” Mokuba cried as he realised what had happened.
Seto covered his ears, “I’ve got a splitting headache Mokuba, please don’t shout like that.”
“Sorry.” Mokuba squeezed his brother’s hand and went to the door, calling the doctor over.
Seto lay there patiently while the doctor checked him over, explaining that his right leg had been broken in two places and both were severely lacerated. Convinced that Seto was okay the doctor left, allowing the two brothers some alone time.
“What exactly happened Mokuba. The last thing I remember is the crash landing announcement.” Seto asked as his little brother curled up on the bed next to him.
Mokuba took a deep breath, “Well, the front of the plane was completely crushed in the crash, most of the first class passengers were killed. I was fine, ‘cept for a few cuts and bruises, but the seat in front of you had crushed your legs and I couldn’t move you. Then this man ran past and told me the cockpit was on fire but I didn’t want to leave you so I stayed behind.”
“Mokuba.” Seto whispered, “I wish you hadn’t done that.”
“It’s okay Seto, I’m fine. See I was calling out for help and you’ll never guess who heard me.”
He rolled his eyes but played along, “Who?”
“Joey.” Mokuba grinned.
“Wheeler! What was the mutt doing there?”
“I dunno, I never got round to asking. Anyway, he got Tristan to get me out and he stayed behind to try and free you. Then when we were out in the snow he gave you his jacket then curled up next to you to try and keep you warm. He was really worried about you big brother!”
“He… he was?” A hint of hopefulness crept into Seto’s voice.
“Yeah, he was waiting here with me for ages but his father came and took him home.”
At that statement Seto went so pale he looked white, a sight that was most alarming for Mokuba. Back in the beginning, when he first started to fall in love with Joey, he had done some research on the blonde. He knew all about the multiple hospital trips, the complaints made by his neighbours about the screams and his dads drinking habits. It didn’t take a genius to know that Joey’s father abused him and he immediately worried that something terrible would happen to his love.
“Seto! Are you okay?” Mokuba asked urgently.
“I need to get out of here right now Mokuba!” Seto exclaimed, struggling to sit up.
“No! You need to rest Seto.”
“You don’t understand, I have to get to Joey before something terrible happens.” But even as he spoke these words he fell back against his pillows and sleep claimed him.
Mr. Wheeler narrowed his eyes as he slowly opened the door to the room he had been told his son was in. The sight which met him made the anger he’d been keeping hidden boil over and he violently grabbed Joey’s arm and yanked him away from Seto, making him trip and fall to the floor.
“Well, well, well. Thought you could sneak away did ya?” He snarled.
“N… no Dad. I just… we were…” Joey stuttered, realising there was no way out, that he’d been caught.
You see, he had known there was no way his abusive, drunken father would allow him to go on the trip with his friends. It was more likely that he’d take the money Joey had worked so hard to earn and spend it on more booze. Not wanting to miss out on a break from the nightly beatings he’d decided to just sneak off and not tell his father about it. The consequences of his actions had been shoved to the back of his mind and he told himself he’d cross that bridge when he came to it… only now he’d reached the bridge he thought he would rather not.
“Quit stuttering, you sound like an idiot.” He pulled his son to his feet and shoved him towards the door, “Come on, we’re going home.”
“Joey?” Mokuba said curiously from the open door, “Who’s this?”
“Hello, I’m Joey’s father. I’m afraid I have to take him home now. Perhaps he can come back and visit later.”
“Oh, okay.” Mokuba was slightly worried, something didn’t seem right about the situation, “Bye Joey.”
“Uh… yeah, bye Mokuba. Tell your bro I hope he gets better soon ‘kay.”
“Come on son.” His father dragged him from the room.
---
Seto sighed contently and gently brushed a few golden strands of hair off his lovers face.
“Hey Seto?” Joey looked up at him adorably.
“Yes puppy?”
“I love you.” He looked worried, “But you know this isn’t really me. Ya need to wake up so you can tell me how ya feel.”
Seto considered this idea for a moment, “And what if I don’t. Can’t I just stay here?”
“None of this is real Seto-love. Not even me.”
“But I’m happy here.”
“You can be happy in the real world as well.”
“I… I can’t.” Tears were welling up in Seto’s eyes now, “You hate me there!”
Joey sat up and grasped Seto’s hands between his own, “You know that’s not true Seto. You’ve seen the way I look at you, it’s obvious I don’t hate ya. And what about Mokuba? Would you really give him up just so you could live in fantasyland?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
---
Joey gave a cry of pain as his head connected with the corner of the coffee table, giving him a bloody nose. His father had wasted no time starting the beating, barely waiting until there were home.
“YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FAG!” He kicked his son in the stomach, “WASTING MONEY I COULD USE ON YOURSELF.”
“I… I earned it f… father. It w…was mine!” Joey glared up at him.
“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.” He stomped on Joey’s ankle until he felt the bones break.
Joey curled up into a ball and started sobbing as he heard his father leave the room. He knew better than to think it was over, he was sure it’d get a lot worse.
“Well, since you decided to spend the money that should’ve been mine I guess you’ll need a way to repay me…” He smirked, “And I have a brilliant idea.”
Joey’s eyes widened when he realised his dad was now completely naked and advancing on him lustfully.
“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!” He screamed, trying to run for it despite his broken ankle.
“Going to make this difficult are you son. No matter, I thought you would so I’ve prepared your room.” He grabbed Joey’s arm and dragged him kicking and screaming into the boy’s bedroom.
“No! Let me go!” He cried as he was thrown facedown on his bed and his clothes were ripped off, “Please… I’ll do anything you want, just don’t do this.”
His father laughed at him, binding his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, “Don’t be boring Joseph.”
Joey screamed as his father forced his way into his son’s virgin entrance without any kind of preparation, ripping him open viciously. The slick blood served as lubricant as his father began to thrust in and out, giving Joey no time to adjust to the large member that was tearing him apart. He screamed as loud as he could, praying that someone would hear and save him from the pain.
“Aren’t you having fun Joseph?” He smirked at the thrashing boy beneath him, “Well, you’d better cause I won’t stop until you cum.”
Gritting his teeth as his body was violated Joey forced himself to drift, pretending it was not his father brutally raping him, but rather Seto Kaiba gently making love to him. Joey moaned with pleasure and pain as he felt his father start pumping his erection roughly, bringing his release closer.
“SETOOOOO!” He cried as he came, tears of shame filling his eyes when he realised what had happened.
His father moaned loudly as he gave one last, deep thrust and filled his son with his seed, “God you’re a good fuck Joseph.”
“Get off me.” He whimpered, “Leave me alone.”
“Oh I don’t think so.” His father untied his wrists and ankles then shoved him towards a door at the other end of his room, “You paid me back for the money you hid from me but you still need to be punished for running away.”
Joey screamed and clawed at the older male when he realised what was going to happen, “No Dad! Not that! Please Dad!”
“Too late boy.” He snarled, yanking open the door and throwing Joey into the small, coffin-like room behind it, “You should’ve thought of this before you ran away.”
Joey screamed as he heard the lock click, banging on the door until his hands bled. There was barely enough room in there for him and the air was thick and stuffy, making it difficult to breath. His eyes glazed over and he started thrashing around hysterically, screaming incoherently and tearing at his hair. See, Joey suffered from severe claustrophobia, a fact that his father was all too happy to exploit, and the small room was absolute torture for him.
His father sat outside the door, listening to his son’s hysterics until they ceased, signalling that he’d fallen unconscious.
---
Seto slowly opened his eyes and blinked, “Mokuba?” He called softly.
As his vision focussed he saw his little brother sitting next to him, his head resting on the bed as he slept. Gently he brushed Mokuba’s hair away and kissing his forehead.
“Seto?” The young boy mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “You’re awake.”
“Yeah.”
“YOUR AWAKE!” Mokuba cried as he realised what had happened.
Seto covered his ears, “I’ve got a splitting headache Mokuba, please don’t shout like that.”
“Sorry.” Mokuba squeezed his brother’s hand and went to the door, calling the doctor over.
Seto lay there patiently while the doctor checked him over, explaining that his right leg had been broken in two places and both were severely lacerated. Convinced that Seto was okay the doctor left, allowing the two brothers some alone time.
“What exactly happened Mokuba. The last thing I remember is the crash landing announcement.” Seto asked as his little brother curled up on the bed next to him.
Mokuba took a deep breath, “Well, the front of the plane was completely crushed in the crash, most of the first class passengers were killed. I was fine, ‘cept for a few cuts and bruises, but the seat in front of you had crushed your legs and I couldn’t move you. Then this man ran past and told me the cockpit was on fire but I didn’t want to leave you so I stayed behind.”
“Mokuba.” Seto whispered, “I wish you hadn’t done that.”
“It’s okay Seto, I’m fine. See I was calling out for help and you’ll never guess who heard me.”
He rolled his eyes but played along, “Who?”
“Joey.” Mokuba grinned.
“Wheeler! What was the mutt doing there?”
“I dunno, I never got round to asking. Anyway, he got Tristan to get me out and he stayed behind to try and free you. Then when we were out in the snow he gave you his jacket then curled up next to you to try and keep you warm. He was really worried about you big brother!”
“He… he was?” A hint of hopefulness crept into Seto’s voice.
“Yeah, he was waiting here with me for ages but his father came and took him home.”
At that statement Seto went so pale he looked white, a sight that was most alarming for Mokuba. Back in the beginning, when he first started to fall in love with Joey, he had done some research on the blonde. He knew all about the multiple hospital trips, the complaints made by his neighbours about the screams and his dads drinking habits. It didn’t take a genius to know that Joey’s father abused him and he immediately worried that something terrible would happen to his love.
“Seto! Are you okay?” Mokuba asked urgently.
“I need to get out of here right now Mokuba!” Seto exclaimed, struggling to sit up.
“No! You need to rest Seto.”
“You don’t understand, I have to get to Joey before something terrible happens.” But even as he spoke these words he fell back against his pillows and sleep claimed him.