Keeping Secrets

TITLE: Keeping Secrets
AUTHOR: Fyrbyrd
CATEGORIES: Drama, Angst
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: M/M, non-con, Anal, Lemon
SPOILERS: None
PAIRINGS: S/Y
SUMMARY: A secret almost destroys two people.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, they own me! Kazuki Takahashi owns them.

Author’s Note: This is amongst my favorites of my stories, it’s long and has an almost completed sequel, so I hope you like it, I’ll be posting after updating.

Keeping Secrets
By Fyrbyrd

It was a dismal night, wet, windy and dark. Yugi just wanted to get home, but he had been to the library and his home was far from it and he had missed the last bus. Forced to walk, he had tried to get cover where he could, because he was only wearing his school coat and did not have an umbrella with him.

He was half way home when the weather seemed to get even worse. The only cover he could find was an underground car park that belonged to some high class office building. He hurried into it to get out of the horrible weather. Even as he got inside and out of the way, four motorcycles screamed into the car park with the same idea that he had, of getting out of the rain. Yugi stayed out of sight when he saw what they looked like, he certainly did not want them to see him. Tattooed, rough dressed bikers and short guys just did not mix well. He made himself comfortable behind some bushes at the edge of the parking garage.

A few minutes later they all heard an elevator open and a single occupant come out.

“What do you mean it will take you half an hour to get here?” they all heard the tall man say, “I’ll be waiting in the parking garage as arranged, get here as soon as you can.”

Yugi knew that voice and he peeked over the pots the bushes had been planted in.

But he was not the only one to see the tall CEO of Kaiba Corp alone in the car park. The bikers started up their bikes in hopes of a little fun. They drove right at Kaiba, and surrounded him, circling around him as he stood unmoving in the center.

“Hey rich boy, what’s in the briefcase,” shouted one as they all came to a halt around him and turned off their engines.

Kaiba said nothing, just stood their ignoring them.

“Oh come on, pretty boy, let’s see what you got.” Two of them approached him and tried to wrest the briefcase from him. Kaiba tried to resist, but even he knew he was not about to get out of this without losing something.

They pulled the briefcase from him and opened it, finding only company papers, and nothing else. They tossed it away and demanded he give them his wallet and cell phone. When he still stood they searched him roughly for them, finding and taking them. Kaiba didn’t carry much money and his credit cards were way out of their league that by the time they got someone to buy them, their loss would have been reported already.

The leader who had sat on his bike the whole time the other three were up, rose and moved to join them.

“You’re right, Darky, he is quite the pretty boy,” he said reaching down to undo the fly of his jeans, “I know some other fun we can have with this rich bastard.”

This time Kaiba reacted, he tried to move back, away from the four men, but the two closest to him grabbed him by an arm each, and the third moved behind him pulling out a knife and grabbing him around the neck to hold it against his throat. He stopped struggling. They pulled him over to a parked car, and roughly pushed him over the trunk and turned him onto his stomach.

They pulled his white leather coat from him an arm at a time and tossed it away, then the leader roughly undid his pants, pulling them down to Kaiba’s knees. Even with the knife still at his neck and the three holding him tightly, he tried to struggle against what he knew was coming. The leader merely spat on his hands and laughed. He put his hands down over his erection and pushed up against Kaiba as he thrust into him. Kaiba cried out with the pain, and as the rape continued, was unable to stop himself from crying out with the hard treatment. The bastard was tearing him up, and his own blood was soon aiding the bastard to move harder inside him. Then with a loud grunt the man came, and pulled out of Kaiba. He didn’t even bother to clean himself up as he tucked himself back in his too tight jeans and moved to take one of his followers places holding Kaiba down over the car.

“Go on Darky, he’s all ready for you,” he laughed.

Kaiba had ceased struggling when one of them had hit him hard in the face, he only cried out again as the second took him, forcing tears into his eyes, but he fought not to make any other sound. The second took him just as hard as the leader, and when he was finished the third took his place, and a little later, the fourth got his chance. Once he was done they simply let go of Kaiba and he slipped to the ground.

The leader kicked him in the ribs, “Thanks for the ride pretty boy,” he laughed as he threw the wallet back at him, and they all retreated to their bikes. The rain had eased and they were more than ready to get out of there before anyone could witness what they had done.

Little did any of them know that there had been a witness, a very frightened witness currently frozen to the spot with tears streaming down his own eyes. He watched as the bikers screamed past him hooping it up as the disappeared after their fun.

Yugi was shaking so much, he found it very hard to get up, but he knew Kaiba was hurt and he had to get to him. Meanwhile Kaiba was painfully pulling his pants up and trying to drag himself up the car he had been raped over. Yugi finally got his feet to work and he hurried over to where Kaiba was, wiping his eyes as he moved.

Kaiba didn’t actually hear him approach and Yugi knew better than to just to and touch him. “Kaiba,” he called from a few feet away.

Kaiba had his pants over his hips and despite the pain, he managed to get them over his backside when he realised he was not alone, “Shit.”

“I – I… What can I do,” fumbled Yugi, completely at a loss as to what to do.

“Get lost,” snapped Kaiba as he tried to painfully get himself together.

“But you’re hurt, can I call an ambulance for you?”

“No!” shouted Kaiba, he turned wincing having to hold onto the car, just to keep himself on his feet. “No ambulance, no cops.”

“But Kaiba—“

“Get me my coat,” he ordered.

Yugi hesitated only a moment before he moved to get it and hand it to Kaiba who snatched it from him. Without thinking Yugi also moved to pick up Kaiba’s wallet and briefcase, stuffing the papers inside it. He gave them to Kaiba who still would not allow him any closer.

“You saw nothing, you hear me. Nothing. If I hear that anyone else knows what happened here I will come after you, and I will kill you.”

“Kaiba don’t be ridiculous –“

“YOU SAW NOTHING!” he shouted, then groaned with the pain his outburst caused.

At that moment his limo pulled into the parking garage and stopped in front of him not suspecting that anything had happened. Kaiba slowly got to the door and very carefully got in, immediately telling the driver he wanted privacy. When the screen came up he got in and collapsed over the back seat. He saw Yugi through the open door. “You saw nothing,” he repeated as Yugi closed the door for him and watched as the car drove away.

Yugi was still shaking and he found himself crying again. What he had seen had scared him, and the fact that he knew he could do absolutely nothing to help a person he considered a friend, had rocked him to the core. He also believed Kaiba when he said he would kill him if he ever told what he saw. But it was only when he saw the blood on the ground behind the car that it actually hit him like a sledgehammer. He fell to his knees throwing up until his stomach hurt. When he heard another car come into the garage, he dragged himself to his feet and forced himself to leave.

He had no idea how he made it home, the weather had returned to its hard rain and with the events he had seen still replaying themselves in his head he had not taken one bit of notice as to where he was. He also had no idea how late he was either, or that he was soaked to the skin that even his hair was flat for once.

“Yugi,” cried out his grandfather upon seeing his dripping form come in the door.

Yami came thundering downstairs, “I was just calling Joey to see where… Gods Yugi what happened to you?”

“W-w-weather b-b-bad,” was all he got out as he shivered in the wet clothes not daring to raise his head.

“I’ll get some towels,” said Yami going back upstairs while Grandpa helped Yugi get his backpack off and started to pull off his drenched coat.

Yami returned with the towels and together they managed to strip Yugi of his clothes and shoes and wrap him in the towels. Then Yami guided him back upstairs and into his room. Yugi was still shivering when he got him into bed. “I’m going to get you some hot tea before you catch your death. Why didn’t you call? We’d have sent someone to pick you up, even a taxi in this weather, Yugi?”

“I didn’t think, g-g-got t-t-too wet and a l-l-little l-l-lost.” The shivering continued unabated.

“I’m getting that tea, okay,” Yami soothed, gently pushing back his damp hair from his face. Yugi closed his eyes to the touch. He loved it when Yami touched him, but somehow it felt wrong to feel that way at the moment. A few more tears silently leaked out and he was very glad Yami had gone.

The shivers would not go away and he felt colder than ice, and he knew it wasn’t all because him getting so wet. But he was determined to heed Kaiba’s words. He was not going to tell what he had seen, he had always wanted Kaiba to trust him, so owed him that much.

Yami returned with the tea and he also helped Yugi to sip it, there was no way he could hold a cup in his state. Grandpa had come in and fussed over him as well, and he tried to make them both stop worrying, and knew they wouldn’t. But that was all he could do.

“I’ll stay with him,” said Yami in the background as his eyes closed and he felt the tug of sleep on him.

Ever since Yami had gained his own body, Yugi had wanted to share his bed with his friend, but not like this. Sleep soon claimed him as he felt Yami slip in beside him and hold him close, the comforting warmth of body heat finally sending him off.

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The phone was ringing, Yami picked it up, “Mutou residence.”

“Hey Yami, how’s Yug?”

“A little better Joey, he came so close to pneumonia, we thought he’d have to be put in hospital.”

“Oh man, that’s not good, tell him I rang will ya, none of us is gonna come round until he’s better and we all hope that’s soon.”

“So do I Joey, he’s really worried us, he’s been so quiet. I wish I knew what happened that night to make him go out in weather like that and not call any of us.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda strange… anyway I’ll catch ya later. Bye.”

“Bye Joey.” He hung up then turned to return to Yugi’s room.

It had been two weeks since the night he had come home soaked to the skin. Illness had caught up with him the next day, he couldn’t keep anything down and the chills got worse. Fever claimed him and the cold moved into his chest, taking over. Yugi cried and whimpered in his fever, sometimes crying out, “No, no.” He jumped when touched sometimes and cried out in fear. That more than anything had worried Yami, had something happened that night?

Yami went to Yugi’s room. The young man was wrapped in his blankets and his eyes were closed. While they still shared a link of sorts, it was not like the one they had when they shared Yugi’s body. Yami dearly wished he could find out what it was that Yugi was hiding, because he was sure that something had happened that night. But apart from being so wet, he had seemed all right physically.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and brushed gently at Yugi’s forehead. Yugi opened his eyes. “Hey Yami.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better.”

“Do you feel like eating?”

“Well, not really,” but he saw the change in Yami’s face, he knew he was worrying about his not eating much, “Maybe I could try some soup.”

Yami smiled, much to Yugi’s relief. “Great. I’ll warm some for you, you need to eat more.”

Yugi closed his eyes again and settled under the blankets. They would never know how glad he was that he had gotten sick. Glad that he didn’t have to see anyone else.

Yami came back with the tray with the soup. He put it down to help Yugi sit up and stayed with him the whole time, to make sure he did indeed eat it all.

“That’s wonderful Yugi, you ate all of it. The others are worried about you. Joey rang to say so today. They can’t wait to see you again.”

“Oh. I’m sure I’ll be better soon.” Yugi said with no enthusiasm.

“You will be. Another week or so in bed and you’ll be up and about again.”

“Great,” answered Yugi sleepily to hide his real feelings.

“I’ll let you rest now,” said Yami getting up. “Call if you need anything.”

Yugi closed his eyes, wishing he’d be able to stay where he was forever.

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