Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I'm here ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

Thank you thank you thank you. I really mean it you all really did make me feel better. Now I know that as long as there are people like you guys out there then there is a chance for a better tomorrow.

A week past and neither Joey or Tristen had been in school. Everyday Yugi would go over to their home to see if they were ok, and it was always the same. Joey would open the door only a crack, not letting him in at all. Yugi would ask if they were ok if they needed anything and why weren't they in school. Then Joey would replay that they were not feeling well and that they didn't know when they would return to school.

Finally on Friday, Joey showed up in school. The second he walked in the classroom all of hi friends ran over to him.

"Joey, where have you been?" Ryou asked.

Looking at all of his friends, he knew that he couldn't tell them what happened.

"Nothing we were sick. And since I was feeling better Tristen told me to go to school." Joey lied.

"Joey, why didn't you let me in when I visited you? I wanted to say `hi' to Tristen too." Yugi mewed.

"Sorry pal but Tristen was so sick that he couldn't even get up and he really wasn't in the mood for company." /Jeez, why are they being so nosey? I hate to lie to them but I promised Tristen that I wouldn't tell them. /

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Half way through math Joey had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. /Something's wrong. I can feel it in my bones. I shouldn't have let him talk me into going to school today. I should be home with him. Protecting him and saying that I love him. /

With out even thinking Joey stood up in the middle of the lecture and ran out of the classroom.

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Quickly as not to wake Tristen, Joey slipped into their apartment. He heard the water running. Tristen must already be up.

Hoping only to observe his best friend he hid in the sliding closet with the Venetian wood. He saw Tristen come into the bedroom wet and for one of the few times this week smiling.

Tristen felt clean for the first time in a long time. Even thought he had been taking showers and baths, he still had felt dirty. Now he was able to take them himself without Joey's help. Just thinking about the blonde made the brunette smile. For that whole week Joey had not left his side. If there was anything that they needed he would order it and have them deliver.

/Joey must really love me. Even after what happened/ His smile slowly disappeared as Tristen tried not to think about what happened to him. It was a new day and Joey loved him and nothing would ever change that.

There was a knock at the door. "Guess it must be Joey cutting again." Smiled the brunette hoping for his company.

Joey stood up trying to stop him from answering the door, but it was too late. In burst a man with an American flag bandana.

Tristen's face turned white. Bandit Keith was back.

Looking down at his victim he smiled. "Well, well. You're still here. Is the dweeb home?"

All Tristen could do was look on in fright. He wanted to scream but nothing came out of his mouth.

"I guess that's a "no". I'll just make myself at home for a while." Keith took off his sunglasses. He looked at Tristen again. "I had a lot of fun lat time I was here. You know that you're a really good fuck huh?"

Crying the weaker backed away slowly. "Oh what's wrong? Didn't you have fun last time? I sure did." The stronger grabbed Tristen.

Now Tristen was able to speak or scream in this matter.

"Get away. Please just leave me alone. You've done enough."

Keith threw him on the bed and mounted his victim. Joey was ready to pounce when he saw Keith pull out a knife aiming it to his love's throat. "Now I want you to shut up. If you don't I swear that I'll cut your throat, it won't be too deep. I need you to stay live long enough for me to kill that little fucker."

He shut his eyes hoping to keep the tears from flowing. He would have to do what the Bandit said, or Joey would pay.

"Now I want you to be really good. Got it?" Bandit Keith got off the bed. He undressed in record time. From the closet Joey could see his erection all hard.

"Now get undressed. I said now!"

Frightened for his life Tristen scurried of the bed. The moment he was off the bed his clothes came off in a hurry.

Seeing his best friend frightened, naked and almost crying was almost too much for him. All Joey wanted to do was run up behind Keith and strangle him. Squeeze the breath out of him, feeling his life slip away from this world. For once through Joey used his common sense and stayed put. Bandit Keith was at least twice as strong as him and he had a knife. The bandit could easily slit Tristen's throat.

He wouldn't do anything till he was sure that Tristen would be safe.

The older pushed the other back on the bad.

"Tell me, how did you like it last time? How did you like being fucked by a real man? I bet you enjoyed it much more then you did with that loser." Keith picked up the knife again. "I want to hear you say it." He whispered.

Tristen's whole face was red from the burning tears. It was much worse than last time. The last time he just used his body and left. Now he was mentally degrading him. Tristen almost wished Bandit Keith would kill him.

"Yes." Tristen whispered so softly that it could almost not be heard.

"Yes what?" He growled. The tip of the blade pressed to his victim's throat.

"Yes you were better than him."

"Louder!"

"Yes you were better than him!" After that, crying was all the sound that came out of his mouth.

"Aww...now why you crying? You know you like this." Keith wrapped his hand around his rod.

Tristen's whole body shook. His body was reacting to his rapist. Tristen lost all track of time as Keith played with his body.

Suddenly the brunette heard the other whisper in his ear. "Brace yourself."

Without much warning and with no prepation he drove his hard on deep into his victim.

From the closet Joey watched helplessly as Bandit Keith assaulted the man he loved. Even from his hiding spot he could see Tristen's pain.

Tristen clenched his teeth and grasped the sheets. It hurt more then it did the last time. He could feel his flesh tearing and the blood running down his thighs. Another tear slid down his cheek.

Lips touched his face, kissing away the tear. "You really shouldn't cry. You'll have fun too."

Bandit Keith slammed back into the body.

The brunette's eyes opened wide Tristen now cried harder. He had found that special spot. Not only had Bandit Keith made him say that he loved to be fucked by him instead of Joey but now his body was enjoying the attention.

"So that's where you like it." Slamming harder into the body. "You know, with that idiot out of the way you can be all mine." Bandit Keith leaned down close to Tristen's ear. "How would you like that? To be fucked by me every night. I'll make you come till you pass out." Keith left that thought for the moment moving his lips around one of the hard nubs.

The other might have left the idea but Tristen didn't. Getting Joey out of the way meant killing him. Tristen could stand Bandit Keith fucking him every night, but if Joey were dead.../Then I would join him/. He thought almost peacefully at the thought of being with Joey and no Bandit to bother them.

Tristen screamed as his oppressor grabbed his rod pulling it back to the up position.

Bandit Keith picked up one of the younger boy's legs, putting it over his shoulder. Leaning in closer he picked up speed. Ramming harder and harder. Tristen knew it would be over soon. "Oh don't worry. I'll make sure you come too." Wrapping his hand once more around the other's member alternating between both tasks.

Bandit Keith plunged once more into Tristen before releasing his seed in him. In his excitement he squeezed Tristen making him come.

Tristen could feel the other pull out. Both red and white trailed down where he had been violated. He couldn't move. His body hurt too much. Not to mention his heart.

"Good bye love. See you soon." Were the last words Keith said before kissing Tristen's lips. As he left he grabbed his knife and smirked. Soon Tristen would be all his.

Joey heard the door close. His eyes were red from crying. How could anyone do something like that to another person. It was beyond him. Looking back at his love he saw what he felt. Tristen had not moved at all. Tears rolled down his checks as his eyes never left the ceiling.

/What am I doing/ Joey thought. /Tristen needs me! /

Tristen heard the closet door open. He brought his hand up to his face in horror. Joey had seen. Joey had seen everything! No! This couldn't be happening! The only thought in his mind was to escape the shame.

Tristen ran to the bathroom closely followed by Joey. If Joey was right then he had to stop him.

Tristen reached for the razor, just as Joey came up from behind him and grabbed his wrist, forcing him to sit down with him on the cold tile.

"Let go Joey! Let me go!" Tristen cried. He was too ashamed to live.

Something wet hit his dark skin. Looking over his shoulder he saw Joey crying. "Don't. Don't your dare hurt the man I love! Don't you dare. Please. If you're gone then I will have nothing else to live for. I'll be alone. Please don't leave me."

Tristen buried his face in Joey's shirt. How could he have been so selfish as to almost leave Joey with no one to love.

They needed to get away. Joey knew that. He had been saving up for a surprise vacation but he still needed $1,000. He knew one person who might help.

"Tristen I need you to pack our things. Then hide in the closet. I'll be back soon." Joey ran for the door. Before he closed it he said, "Please don't hurt yourself, and remember that I love you."

Happier things to come in the future don't worry and once again I would like to thank all who have cheered me up in my little problem.