Hi there! Empathetic Apathy at your service. This plot just suddenly came to me last night and I felt the need to start a new fic, though I'm nowhere near done with the other! Well, I hope everyone enjoys. Please review and give me an honest opinion as to what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Disclaimer: *Sigh* I only dream of owning Yu-Gi-Oh so that everyone's SetoJou fantasies can come true. But it remains just that, a dream. I do not own it sadly, so instead, I write fanfiction.

Jou was sitting down outside the apartment, dreading having to go inside. When he was outside the apartment, he was the happy go lucky young boy that everyone new him to be. He couldn't ask for better friends, although they had no idea what went on behind closed doors. No one knew the truth of the horrors that he faced with his father. Nor did he want them to be aware. His problems were his own to handle, and he wasn't about to lay them on the people that he cared the most about. He would handle it as it always had, allowing himself to forget whenever he walked out his door, and then turning into a whole different person once he stepped over the threshold.

Jou looked up at the door, hesitating as he did so. Did he really have to go through that door to the hell that waited for him? He wondered what it would feel like to be one of his friends, walking into all their loved ones greeting them happily. Instead, he was walking into the elder Jounouchi who was more than likely long past drunk. After all, it was almost evening and Jou's father started out early in the morning. So he would be walking into an apartment that wreaked of alcohol, to a drunken father who he was sure wasn't letting him go straight to bed tonight. Then again, he never did. He had to have his way with Jou before there would be any thought of sleep.

He gave a sad sigh, finally getting up the courage to walk through the doorway and face the abuse he had been forced to succumb to for so long. He looked around the trashed apartment, feeling the need to clean it instantly, though he knew that any thought of cleaning would have to wait until morning. It wasn't as if he could disobey his father's orders. He was sure to end up badly injured, or maybe even dead if his father fell into a drunken rage. So for Jou, it was straight to the one bedroom in the apartment, which belonged to him. As he stared at the door separating him from what was about to happen, he felt his mind telling him to run the other way and get out of the situation. However, the more fearful part of his brain told him if he didn't go through with this, his father might track him down and finally kill him.

It was going to be a long night, Jou could feel it. He placed his hand on the knob, feeling rather reluctant to open it, but knowing that he was being left no choice. He prayed that maybe he would be met with an empty bedroom, but he already knew better. Every night since he had turned 14, his father would wait for him in his room, and once he was done, he would stagger out to the couch, leaving Jou alone to his thoughts, often crying himself to sleep. Jounouchi felt that he let it happen, that he was to blame for what was going on because he was pretty sure he could have gotten himself out of the situation had it not been for fear. This was his own fault.

He now pushed open the door and looked at the man that was currently lying on his bed, waiting for him. Jou looked everywhere else in the room, avoiding that expectant gaze for as long as he could before letting his eyes fall upon the elder Jounouchi. He let out another sigh, one that signaled he knew what was about to come. He wished at the moment that he could just suddenly disappear, but that was not how life worked. Instead, he saw those eyes looking him up and down and heard the cold and mocking voice that reminded him so much of a certain billionaire.

"Strip mutt."

Jou nodded and did as he was told, looking at the ground. He didn't want to think about what was to come next, and so he pretended that he was alone in the room and just getting ready to go to sleep, instead of getting ready to submit to the drunken mess that was now watching him with lustful eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head, and thn unbuttoned his pants, quickly pulling his boxers down with them. He didn't turn to face his father, but closed his eyes as he knew what would come next. It always did.

His father rose from the bed and walked over to the 16 year old that stood before him, circling him as if he was a vulture. Jou kept his eyes closed even as the stench of alcohol drew nearer, and he pretended that it was someone else looking him over… Anyone else. He needed to get out of here before his father had a chance to do what he was more than likely already fantasizing about, however his fear kept him frozen in place. Instead, he allowed those large cold hands to wander over him, for his father to explore just like every other night. No matter how badly he wanted to run, he was trapped.

He felt a hand tracing a bit of his torso while the other trailed down his back and to his ass, groping as he did so. Jou squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to disappear from that spot and reappear anywhere. He didn't give a damn, as long as it was far away from the abuse that he suffered. He was aware of mentally strong he truly was, as he had long suffered from this man, but had dealt with it, the only thing really keeping him sane was the fact that he would see his friends again in the morning.

The blonde had often thought about running away, but had nowhere to go. He didn't want to plague his friends with such a burden. It was his alone to carry. So he pretended, even as his father sucked harshly at the soft skin on his neck, that he was at the hands of a lover instead of a heartless rapist. However, Jounouchi was not aware of what a lover's touch felt like, never having been in love himself, so even as he imagined everything else away, the cold touch brought on by the hands laying themselves all over him still made him shiver.

Kaiba looked out the window of the home office, feeling as if he had just been hit by a mac truck. He hadn't been sleeping properly lately, if at all, and he felt that he was coming down with something. Talk about a workaholic. He didn't have time for such petty things as sleeping and eating. He needed to be sure that the company was on its feet at all times. However, if he didn't rest at least a little, he would come down with something, so Seto reclined the chair he was now sitting in and closed his eyes, allowing himself a much needed slumber, although it would only last a couple of hours.

When he woke, it was about 9pm, which meant that he needed to get back to work. The nap he had just taken had been refreshing, but he had no more time to be lazy. Instead, he hit the button on the intercom and instantly heard a maid's voice. He asked for a coffee, then looked back at the stats that sat before him. There was still so much work to be done, and he needed all the energy he could get. He also needed to go by the office at some point tonight, and so he took one last glance at the things before him before opening the door, grabbing the coffee from his maid with a mumbled thanks, and heading downstairs to the car. He didn't want to bother his driver at this time of night, so he would drive to KaibaCorp himself.

Seto gave a deep sigh, looking for the keys in every pocket he had before realizing he had left them inside. He walked back into the mansion and searched for another 45 minutes before he succeeded in finding them. The only problem with the house being so big was that Kaiba often found it hard to find things when they turned up missing, though he suspected that sometimes it was Mokuba's doing, like his journal. It had just vanished one day only to reappear at the desk in his bedroom. And after that, Mokuba never stopped hounding him about his love life. Why the hell had he written down that he was lonely in the first place? It wasn't like the great Seto Kaiba made time for anyone. No, he would rather be alone then have another person on his hands to worry about. At least, that was what he told himself. Mokuba knew differently.

He glanced down at his watch, realizing how late it was getting. If he didn't hurry, he would have to wait until morning, so he hopped in the car and headed straight for the large building in the middle of the city that was KaibaCorp. When he arrived he let out a relieved sigh and walked in, going up to the top floor to retrieve the paperwork he had come here for. Once he had that he would be able to finish his work, and then perhaps he could spend tomorrow afternoon with his little brother… That was, if his desk hadn't already been more piled up with paperwork that needed examining. Seriously, he swore sometimes that his employees did that just to spite him.

He made sure he had everything he needed before heading back down to the car. Looking around, Kaiba almost felt as if he was being watched, although there was no one else on the streets at the moment. He got into his car and turned it on, ready to head home for the night. He pulled out of the space slowly and took his time picking up speed. At the moment he was half paying attention to the road and fumbling through paperwork, trying to find the things that he needed the most so that he could put them on top and get started on them right away when he got home. And while he was looking down at the paperwork, he didn't even realize the set of headlights that were on the other side of the road. He wasn't paying close enough attention, and allowed the wheel to turn just a bit too much. Only when he felt the impact of his car hitting the other did it dawn on him. He had just caused an accident.

Jou looked at the man that was hovering over him now, waiting for the moment when he would push him onto the bed. He hoped against all hope that perhaps the drunken idiot would forget about him for even just one night so that he might be allowed to rest without having to think about what had just happened and why, for the billionth time, he hadn't run away. His gaze caught his father's eye and he looked back at him, a smirk playing onto his lips. That was when Jounouchi knew that he was going to be forced to suffer yet again at the hands of this man.

He felt his father's hand groping him harshly, and then felt himself being pushed downwards onto his stomach. His father was now positioned above him, and he bent over, whispering into Jou's ear as he did so. Jou shivered at the words, wishing that the other man would just get off of him and leave. Why did he have to feel so helpless? And why did his father have to say that every time?

"You look so much like her Katsuya."

He waited and soon felt the intruding fingers poking their way slowly into his entrance. His body tensed as his father invaded him, and he wished once more that he would just disappear. He felt warmth against the sensitive skin of his neck, and then the harsh sucking, just like before as his father left marks all over him. It was a good thing that he was able to cover them up with his hair and his uniform, or his friends might question what they were from.

He felt his father's hand traveling down his stomach and then make it's way up the shaft and slowly cover the tip of his cock. He wasn't erect. He wasn't aroused by this, by what his father was doing. As a matter of fact, Jou was pretty sure that he had never become erect from his father's touch. His father didn't really seem to care as long as Jou obliged when given an order, as he was doing now. He was afraid that if he didn't, he might suffer at the hands of the elder Jounouchi.

He felt his father enter him sometime later, but zoned out, not wanting to feel it or know that it was his own father doing it to him. He always zoned out, and that didn't seem to bother the elder Jounouchi either. Jou didn't even know what he did while he spaced, whether or not he moved or struggled, or even let out a moan here or there. He didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted it to be over so that he could cry himself to sleep once more.

It ended finally after an hour of his father pumping in and out of him. Jou felt relief take him over as his father pulled out of him, stroking his sides one last time before retreating into the living room for the night. He was finally alone, and only now did he the tears to fall freely. He didn't want anyone to ever see him crying. As usual, Jou cried himself right to sleep. He was glad, because at least in sleep he was able to escape.