Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Coin Toss ❯ Coin Toss ( Chapter 1 )

Coin Toss

by Dragondreamer & Yami Dragon

This story contains shouenen-ai(male/male relationships) and explicit yaoi(homosexual sex). If this sort of thing offends you, look up. See that little arrow on the left side of your screen? The one that says "back"? Click it!

We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters. We're just doing this for the fun of it.

A/N: This is a PWP…as in Porn Without Plot. So, it's obviously AU, like the rest of our stories. If the characters seem OOC, they're SUPPOSED to be like that!

THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO JAMS. LOVE YA, HUN!!

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Seto rolled his eyes as he watched Joey throw himself into Tristan's arms, kissing him soundly. It was enough to make one sick.

Or jealous.

Everyone had someone. Except him. Yami and Yugi were together, as were Ryou and Bakura. That had happened almost immediately upon the yamis getting their own bodies. Not that it had surprised anyone.

Tristan and Joey had gotten together about four months ago, their long standing friendship turning into something deeper when too much to drink had loosened a certain blond mutt's tongue. As it had turned out, Tristan had been hiding his feelings for Joey for quite some time.

And now they were together, making a spectacle of themselves wherever they went. Or at least that's the way Seto saw it. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, and it brought home to Seto just how alone he really was. Especially considering his thirteen year old brother had had his first "date" last week. If having a girl from school he had a crush on over to study counted.

Seto's eyes narrowed as he watched the group of friends sitting on the grass. Tristan pulled Joey down into his lap, wrapping one arm around the blond's waist and stroking his hair. It wasn't too hard to tell who wore the pants in that relationship as he watched Joey lay his head against Tristan's chest, a blissful smile on his face as he snuggled into his lover.

Seto shivered inwardly. Joey, sweet and submissive. Tristan, demanding and dominant. Both, imminently fuckable.

It was his fault really. He had distanced himself from everyone around him, putting up a cold, hard exterior, something that no one had dared to even TRY to breach. It had been necessary at the time, when he was busy consolidating his position after his stepfather's "accident".

Now he was beginning to regret it.

His position safe, his brother happy, and the reins of Kaiba Corp. firmly in hand, he was beginning to feel lonely. Something he never though he would feel. Money and power weren't enough, he was finding. None of it could ease the ache he felt whenever he saw two people together holding hands or with their arms around each other.

Nothing he did, nothing he bought or sold or fired or controlled could quench the gnawing loneliness that followed him waking or sleeping.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period, and Seto rose from his spot under the tree where he always ate his lunch. As he passed Tristan and Joey, he locked gazes with the other brunet, scowling as the hazel eyes mocked him. The minute his back was turned, he heard Tristan say something, though he couldn't make out what, and Joey laughed.

Resisting the urge to turn around and incinerate the two of them with his fury, he kept going, his confident stride never faltering. Seto entered the building, ignoring everyone around him as usual.

Damn the both of them.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto stepped into the men's room, finding it empty…except for the two people he had been trying to avoid.

Tristan had Joey backed against the wall, kissing him, his hands inside the blond's half unbuttoned shirt. Joey was whimpering, writhing against the brunet.

Seto backed up, trying to tear his eyes away. A resounding crash echoed through the room as he knocked over the garbage can.

Tristan spun around, glaring at the intrusion. When he saw who it was, a grin lit his features and he stepped away from Joey.

"Well, well. If it isn't big, bad Kaiba."

Seto tried to glare back, but he was distracted by the sight of Joey, still pressed up against the wall, panting, his face flushed, lips kiss-swollen and a light sheen of sweat covering his half-exposed chest.

Tristan snickered, claiming his attention. He looked at the shorter brunet, struck by just how sexy he looked with that smirk on his face. His eyes skimmed over the broad shoulders, strong hands, and trim waist.

"What's the matter, Kaiba?" Tristan smirked. "Finally see something you want that you can't buy?"

"Fuck you, Taylor." Seto scowled.

"You wish."

"He couldn't handle you, Tris." Joey laughed.

Tristan's gaze raked the taller brunet. "Got that right, babe."

"Listen, Taylor…"

"Probably been years since you got laid." Tristan said. "You know, Kaiba, there's a street corner downtown where you can get some. They don't charge much. I doubt you can put it on your expense account though."

"I hear you're a regular down there." Seto sneered.

Surprisingly, Tristan didn't take the bait. "Maybe if you got some, you wouldn't be such a jerk."

"What's THAT suppose to mean?" Seto growled.

"You know," Joey piped up helpfully. "Maybe if you got laid once in a while you wouldn't be so uptight and snarly at everyone."

"You offering?"

Tristan was suddenly in front of him, a hand fisted in his shirt as he yanked Seto towards him. "Back off, Kaiba."

"What's the matter?" Seto grinned. "Didn't your mother teach you to share your toys?"

"Tris," Joey grabbed his boyfriend by the arm. "Don't."

Tristan backed away, eyes narrowed.

"And here I though the mutt was the obedient one."

"Listen, Kaiba." Joey stepped between them. "Why don't you just leave?" A smirk appeared on those totally kissable lips. "Unless you want to stay and watch."

Tristan grinned wolfishly, his good humor restored by his lover's smart remark…and the slight widening of sapphire eyes. "Or join in."

"What…what are you talking about?" Seto backed up a step.

"Well, seeing as you're so desperate," Tristan said. "How about a little contest? Either way, you win."

Seto looked skeptical. "What kind of contest?"

"A simple coin toss. You win; you get me for a whole night. No questions asked." Hazel eyes narrowed again. "I win; you're mine."

"Hmm…" Seto crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes going to Joey. "Why don't you sweeten the deal…if you really are serious."

Tristan's hands clenched into fists. "I am."

Joey put his arm around Tristan's waist, still grinning. "What do you mean by "sweeten the deal"?"

"I win; I get you too."

"Fine." Joey shrugged nonchalantly. "But if you lose, I still get in on the deal."

"Agreed." Seto nodded. He couldn't believe they were falling for this. The only time in his life he had EVER lost was to Yami…and that was only because he had Exodia.

Tristan and Joey exchanged a look that Seto couldn't read. It made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't let it show. He wasn't going to lose.

"Joey?" Tristan turned to the blond. "Got a coin?"

"Sure do." Joey pulled one out of his pocket. He flipped it into the air. "Call it, Tris."

"Heads." Tristan snatched the coin out of the air, slapping it down on the back of his other hand. His eyes locked with Seto's as he lifted his hand. Looking down, he grinned. "You lose, Kaiba."

Before Seto could react, Tristan pocketed the coin and grabbed Joey's hand, pulling him from the bathroom, calling back over his shoulder. "My place. Seven o'clock. Don't be late."

Seto watched them go, hearing them laughing. As much as he'd like to think he'd been had, he had seen the coin. He couldn't believe he'd lost.

Or had he?

~*~*~*~*~

Seto rang the doorbell for the second time, scowling.

It was seven thirty. He was late.

The door was yanked open suddenly to reveal Joey, dressed in a bathrobe, his hair all tousled. "You're late."

"I was here ten minutes ago." Seto growled. "You didn't answer."

"I was busy." Joey replied with an airy wave of his hand. "You're still late."

"Whatever." Seto rolled his eyes.

Joey stepped back, motioning for the young CEO to enter. "Well, Tris isn't happy that we had to start without you."

"Too bad for him."

"Listen, Kaiba." Joey grabbed his arm. "You lost. Plain and simple. I suggest you try to be a good loser. Who knows? You might even enjoy it."

Seto rounded on him, with the intention of putting the annoying little mutt in his place, only to find himself drowning in warm amber eyes. Joey smiled at him and took his hand, leading him upstairs.

"You're late."

Seto stopped dead in his tracks just inside the doorway, causing Joey to crash into him.

"Geeze, Kaiba." Joey pushed him aside so he could enter the bedroom. "Let me know the next time you're going to do that."

The teenage billionaire stood, speechless, trying to take in his surroundings.

Tristan's room...judging by the posters on the walls and the sports equipment scattered around. It was dimly lit by a small lamp on the desk and a few candles on the dresser. The room smelled of citrus, obviously the result of the rather large bottle of flavored lubricant on the bedside table; and musky sex. It wasn't difficult to tell what the two had been doing that had kept Seto waiting on the doorstep for ten minutes.

What held his attention, however, was the bed. Or rather, what was on it.

Tristan lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, stark naked and seemingly content to be that way. There was a decidedly smug air about the shorter brunet as he let his gaze rake slowly over Seto, reclining against the sheets with the contented air of a well fed predator.

Seto didn't see the smirk Joey gave him as the blond removed his robe, tossing it casually aside and going to join his lover.

"You were supposed to be here a half hour ago." Tristan said as he drew Joey to him, caressing his nude form almost absently.

Seto swallowed hard, trying to keep his breathing steady as Joey murmured contentedly, leaning into Tristan's touch. "I was here ten minutes ago."

"Which still makes you late." Tristan's fingertips stroked lightly down Joey's spine, eliciting a soft moan from the honey eyed teen.

Seto's eyes narrowed. "I had to make arrangements for Mokuba."

"Whatever." Tristan turned his attention to Joey. "Strip."

"What?!" Seto nearly choked.

"You heard me." Tristan looked up, hazel eyes intense. "You lost the bet. You agreed to the terms. You're mine, and that includes you doing what I tell you. Or doesn't the great Seto Kaiba pay his debts?"

"Listen, Taylor..."

"Considering the situation," Tristan interrupted. "And the fact that I fully intend on pounding you through the mattress, I think you can call me by my first name...Seto." A smirk lit the angular features. "You'll be screaming it soon enough."

"Not damn likely."

Joey snickered. "Don't think so, huh? Wanna bet on that?"

Seto crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the fact that he was having this discussion with them when they were both naked. "Why the hell would I make another bet with the two of you?"

"Because if you win, you get something you really want." Joey grinned.

"And what would THAT be?"

"Me."

Seto's eyes widened and he met Tristan's gaze. The other brunet just met the look steadily, saying nothing.

"And if I lose? Not that I will."

"I get to take you." Joey said. "Sounds like a fair trade, doesn't it?"

Seto considered it for a moment. "Fine."

"If you guys are done..." Tristan said. "I'm getting impatient here."

"Sorry, love." Joey said contritely.

"Get your clothes off and get over here, Seto." Tristan demanded before ignoring him again in favor of Joey.

Seto began to pull his coat off and then stopped suddenly. He looked at the two boys kissing on the bed and doubt filled him. What if they told someone? He already knew he'd be letting Tristan take him. What if he went around bragging about it afterward?

"Don't worry, Seto. We have no intentions of telling anyone you were here tonight." Hazel and azure locked. "You have my word."

Seto bit this lip, still unsure.

"I mean it. I know you have a rep to protect." Tristan said. "Besides, I wouldn't want Mokuba to find out. I'd never do anything to hurt the little guy."

Seto relaxed. It meant a lot to him that Tristan wanted to protect his little brother. Mokuba worshiped him and he didn't want him to find out that his adored big brother wasn't as all-powerful as he seemed.

Noticing that Tristan's attention had once again been captured by Joey, Seto laid his coat over the back of the desk chair and finished undressing, unable to keep his eyes off the two on the bed.

Tristan's hands seemed to be everywhere on Joey's body, rousing the blond and making him moan. Seto sat down on the edge of the bed, not really knowing what to do with himself, watching as Tristan pulled Joey closer to him.

"Lay down, Seto." Tristan commanded, reaching out to him and drawing the taller brunet down on his opposite side.

Joey met Seto's eyes and he smiled at him. He extended a hand, burying it in Seto's hair and pulled him over Tristan, barely touching his lips to the young CEO's. Seto's arm came up to encircle Joey's back and he kissed him, feeling the other boy's lips part under his own.

Tristan watched them kiss, feeling himself becoming seriously aroused at the sight. He pulled Seto away from Joey and claimed those lips himself, plunging his tongue into the other's mouth and tearing a small whimper from Seto.

Joey leaned in and kissed Seto's neck, flicking his tongue over the smooth skin. He pulled back and stroked his fingers down Seto's spine, smiling when Seto whimpered again.

Both he and Tristan had been awaiting an opportunity like this. They had both admitted an attraction to Seto, and they both wanted him. Joey had been watching him over the last couple of months and there were times when the blond could see the loneliness in the sapphire eyes, though the young CEO wasn't aware it was showing.

Joey was glad to see that Seto was giving in to them without much of a fight. It just went to show how lonely Seto really was.

Tristan pulled from the kiss, noticing the dumb-struck look on Seto's face. "What do you say, pretty eyes? Will you let us make love to you?"

"What?" Seto drew back, surprised. "But I thought…"

"Seto," Joey claimed his attention. "Tris and I have both been wanting this for a long time. We know how lonely you are." Joey grinned. "All bets are still on though."

Seto was silent for a moment, letting the implications of their words sink in. Then he smiled.

"Gods." Joey whispered. "Who the hell knew you'd be so gorgeous when you smiled."

Seto looked at Tristan, bending his head to brush their lips together. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Tristan asked, more than a little shocked at the other brunet's change of demeanor.

"I want you to make love to me."

"Oh, hell yeah." Tristan pushed Seto over onto his back, moving to lay half on top of him, claiming his lips.

Seto's head reeled as Tristan kissed him passionately. He was vaguely aware of Joey moving to his other side and his body jerked as he felt the blond beginning to kiss his chest, teasing at his nipples with fingers and tongue. He moaned at the sensation, squirming, causing Tristan to break the kiss.

"Shh, baby. It's okay." Tristan's fingers lightly stroked a well defined cheekbone. "We're not going to hurt you."

"We'll make you feel so good, Seto." Joey purred, looking up at him with warm, copper eyes. "All you have to do is let us."

Seto didn't get a chance to reply. Tristan was kissing him again. It was gentle, but demanding, as were the shorter brunet's hands as they began to run over his body. It struck him, through the lust induced fog that was rapidly clouding his mind, that this was the way the night would go. Tristan would be tender, but he would have his way.

"Tris," Joey moved up Seto's body, kissing as he went. "You're hogging."

Tristan snickered, releasing Seto's lips. "Sorry, babe."

Seto got a glimpse of those honey colored eyes, partially hidden by tangled golden bangs, before his mouth was ravaged again. A vague thought of how good it felt to have Joey kiss him drifted through his mind before he simply gave himself up to it.

Tristan raised an eyebrow as he watched them. Was Seto that lonely, that desperate, that he was capitulating, even to Joey, without resistance? A flash of guilt made his heart twist, thinking about how he tricked Seto into their bed. However, his pride wouldn't allow him to admit to it…and he didn't want Seto to leave.

He stroked his hands down Seto's body, admiring the firm musculature. Unable to help himself, he wrapped his fingers around the other brunet's erection, squeezing gently.

Seto threw his head back, crying out. "Gods!"

Tristan looked into glazed azure eyes, smiling tenderly. "Tell us what you want, Seto."

"You." Seto lifted a shaking hand, touching Tristan's face. "Both of you."

"I'm game for that." Joey grinned, leaning down and flicking his tongue over Seto's pulse point.

Seto shivered, digging his other hand into Joey's hair. "Puppy…"

"Mmm…I like the sound of that." Joey said, licking a trail down Seto's neck to take a pebble hard nipple into his mouth.

Tristan grabbed the lubricant and moved down, immediately taking Seto's arousal into his mouth and sucking hard.

Neither he, nor Joey, was prepared for Seto's reaction.

"TRISTAN!" Seto bucked wildly beneath them, releasing violently into Tristan's mouth.

Tristan pulled back, choking, as Joey pinned the convulsing body to the bed. Hazel and amber locked and Joey shook his head, the meaning plain.

Moving back up, Tristan took Seto into his arms, stroking his hair back and waiting for him to recover himself. The guilt tore at him, and he pulled Seto closer, kissing him softly on the lips.

"Seto, tell me the truth." Tristan said quietly as Joey pressed up against Seto's back, gently letting his fingertips trail over Seto's shoulder. "This is your first time, isn't it?"

Seto flushed, not meeting Tristan's eyes. He nodded.

"Joey," Tristan whispered, looking at his lover. "We can't do this."

"No!" Seto's hand clutched at Tristan's arm. He reached back with the other and pulled Joey hard against him. "I want this. I do."

"But, Seto…you don't understand…" Joey began.

Seto let go of Joey and wrapped his arm around Tristan's neck, pulling him down until their lips just met. "Please." He whispered.

Tristan shuddered. "Seto…"

"Please." Seto pressed his lips to Tristan's, immediately parting his.

"No." Joey yanked Seto away from Tristan. "This isn't right. Seto…we tricked you. That coin…it was a trick coin."

"I know."

"WHAT?!" Both blond and brunet shouted.

"I'm a genius, remember?" Seto turned over on his back, grinning up at Joey. "I've been waiting for an opportunity like that for months."

"You're fucking kidding me!" Joey's eyes went impossibly wide.

"Yes." Seto turned his smile on Tristan. "At least about the kidding part."

Tristan's mouth closed with a snap. "You son of a bitch."

"Actually, my mother was a very nice woman."

Tristan laughter rang in the room and he launched himself at Seto, kissing him hard. "You're a jerk."

Seto reached up and cupped Tristan's face in his hands. "A jerk who very much wants you to make love to him."

"Are you sure about this?" Tristan asked, looking deeply into cerulean eyes.

"Well, the pup did say all bets still stand." Seto replied, reaching out to run a hand down Joey's chest. "And if memory serves, I've already lost my bet with him."

"Oh, hell yes." Joey pushed Tristan aside and took Seto's lips in a deep kiss.

Seto moaned as the blond's tongue delved into his mouth. His arm still around Tristan's neck, he pulled the other brunet closer, straining against him, finding his desires suddenly engulfing him again.

"Joey…" Seto whimpered as the amber eyed teen left his lips to suck on his neck, leaving a little mark.

Tristan was struck by just how beautiful the young CEO was, lying there, his head tipped back and his body quivering. He watched Joey closely as his lover moved down Seto's body, seeming to be totally lost as he reduced Seto to a writhing puddle.

A small moan escaped the shorter brunet and he joined Joey in his ministrations.

"Tristan…please." Seto arced up off the bed. "I want you."

"Oh, gods." Tristan groaned against the damp flesh of Seto's stomach, a stab of lust lancing through him. "Seto…"

Joey whimpered, hearing the huskiness in Tristan's voice. Lifting his head, he saw Tristan with his head on Seto's stomach, gripping the taller brunet's sides and his eyes clenched shut. He could tell his lover was fighting for control.

He reached out, pulling Tristan toward him, offering his lips. Tristan yanked Joey toward him and kissed him deeply, moaning.

"Babe, be gentle with him." Joey whispered against Tristan's mouth.

"I will." Tristan whispered back.

Tristan reached for the bottle of lubricant he had dropped on the bed, popping the top open and pouring some into his hand. He handed it to Joey and then lay by Seto's side, his head on the other brunet's hip. A single finger gently encircled the other's entrance and then carefully pushed past the tight barrier.

Seto hissed, tensing up against the intrusion, but soon found himself distracted by Joey's lips. He clutched at Joey's shoulders, feeling the blond's hands running over his body. He relaxed, but immediately tensed up again when Tristan slid another digit into him.

"Shh. It's okay." Joey whispered, rubbing his cheek against Seto's. "Just relax. Let him do it. It'll be good, I promise."

Seto nodded, unclenching his hands from Joey's shoulders. He tipped his head back, exposing his neck and moaning as the blond began to worship the offered flesh.

Tristan slowly added another finger, trying to be as gentle as possible. He didn't want to cause Seto any pain, but he was so incredibly tight. He couldn't wait to be inside him.

"Tristan!" Seto bucked up against Tristan's hand as the shorter brunet came into contact with his prostate. "Tristan…please…gods, please!"

"Oh, fuck." Tristan moaned, removing his fingers from Seto's body and rising to his knees. "I need to take you. Gods, Seto…now."

"Take me." Seto replied, pushing Joey off him and reaching for Tristan, blue eyes clouded with a need he couldn't really understand. "I want you…please. I feel…I need…"

"Hush, baby." Tristan soothed him, running his hands up Seto's legs to grasp his hips. "I know what you need."

"Easy, Seto." Joey moved back against him, running his fingers through the sweat-damp sable locks. "Just trust him. Trust us."

Seto looked into Joey's eyes, seeing the sincerity there. He looked up at Tristan and smiled back when the other brunet smiled gently at him. He was more than a little surprised to find he DID trust them.

"I do." He whispered.

"Just relax, baby." Tristan said as he lifted Seto's hips. He pushed into him, struggling to go slow and easing back when Seto tensed up. "It's okay, Seto. Relax. The pain won't last. It'll get better, I promise."

Seto sobbed softly as Joey leaned down; kissing away the tears he hadn't realized were falling. He forced himself to do as Tristan had told him, shuddering as he felt the shorter brunet become completely embedded inside him. He looked up at Tristan; his eyes pleading as the last of the pain began to fade, whimpering as he began to move on him.

"You're beautiful like this, Seto." Joey said, running his hand down the sweat-slick body. "See? It's not so bad to let yourself go, to trust other people. You CAN trust us, baby. We'd never do anything to hurt you."

Seto looked at Tristan again, seeing the same conviction in the darkened hazel eyes. No more aching emptiness, no more loneliness…and all he had to do was trust. His normally cold cerulean eyes were warm with emotion for the first time in years. "Yes."

Tristan groaned, tightening his grip on Seto and picking up the pace of his thrusts. "Gods, Seto…don't look at me like that. I'm trying to be gentle here."

A little snicker came from Joey and he decided he'd better take control of the situation before Tristan snapped completely. He kissed his way down Seto's body, stopping only to delve his tongue into the shivering teen's navel. Wrapping his fingers gently around Seto's weeping erection, he kissed the tip before taking him completely into his mouth. He moaned low as he felt Seto's hands tangle into his hair and he began to bob his head counter-point to Tristan's thrusts.

"So good…" Seto whispered, beginning to move with them. "It feels so good."

"Come for us, Seto." Tristan said, a bit of his demanding manner returning. "I want to hear you scream."

Seto's whole body jerked as Tristan angled his thrusts, suddenly slamming against his prostate. A soft, keening whine came from between his clenched teeth as he dug his fingers into Joey's head, his body going taut as he rushed toward release.

"Come on, baby. That's it." Tristan encouraged him, fighting back his own release, wanting Seto to get there first.

Without warning, Seto threw his head back, arching up and screaming as he climaxed, coming hard into Joey's mouth.

The sight was too much for Tristan. He growled, erupting deep inside Seto's twitching body. He had the presence of mind to withdraw from the other brunet before collapsing beside him.

Joey pulled back, reaching across Seto to gently touch Tristan's face. Tristan leaned up on a shaking arm and met Joey's lips in a deep, tender kiss. He whimpered, tasting Seto on Joey's tongue, and released the blond, falling back onto the bed, gasping for breath.

Joey smiled, turning his attention to Seto, who was barely conscious. He gathered him into his arms, pressing small, fleeting kisses over his face. His smiled widened when glazed sapphire eyes blinked open.

"My turn." He said mischievously.

Seto groaned in protest as Joey rolled over on his back, pulling him on top of him. He laid his head on Joey's chest, his whole body limp with exhaustion. He shuddered, feeling the blond tracing his fingers up and down his spine.

As his breathing began to return to normal, Seto pushed himself up, looking over to see Tristan lying next to them, seemingly asleep.

"He's out." Joey said, seeing what held Seto's attention. "Don't worry; he'll be back before you know it."

Feeling the need and giving into it, Seto leaned down and brushed his lips against Tristan's.

Joey felt tears prick the backs of his eyes. He could have sworn he heard a whispered "thank you" come from Seto. He reached to cup the brunet's face in his hand, turning him toward him.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Joey asked softly.

"No." Seto shook his head. "Anything but."

"Tris can be a little rough sometimes."

"He wasn't." Seto assured him, feeling a stab of reawakening desire lance through him. He could feel Joey's arousal throbbing against his hip. "Your turn now, I believe you said."

"We don't have to, Seto." Joey's warm honey eyes were filled with affection. "It's okay."

"No." Seto bent his head and kissed the blond briefly. "I want you, Joey."

Joey moaned at the heated look in Seto's eyes and his hands drifted to firmly clasp the other's hips. "I want you on top."

Without comment, Seto lifted himself to straddle the other boy's hips, reaching to position himself and pressing down. Joey cried out as the heat of Seto's body enclosed his aching arousal. He thrust up without meaning to, unable to stop his body's natural reaction to the tight warmth.

It was that passion-laced cry that brought Tristan back to the land of the living. He opened his eyes to what he would swear to his dying day was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He dragged himself up and moved behind Seto, wrapping his arms around him and pressing against him. Seto moaned in appreciation, letting his head fall back against Tristan's shoulder.

They stayed that way, just enjoying the feeling of each other until a small whimper escaped Joey.

"Poor puppy." Seto looked down at him. "I think he needs some relief."

"He does." Joey groaned, twitching his hips and smirking when Seto gasped. "And he wants it now."

Tristan smiled, kissing Seto's shoulder and loosening his grip so the taller brunet could begin to move. He continued to trail hot kisses up Seto's neck to the spot just behind his ear, where he nipped gently.

A deep sigh of satisfaction came from Seto as he felt Tristan's growing arousal press against his back. His hands came up to grasp Tristan's arms and he began to rock his hips against Joey, his eyes sliding shut as the pleasure began to seep through his body again.

Joey traced the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin on the inside of Seto's thighs, watching intently as Tristan's hands began to move over Seto's chest. "Damn. So hot…watching you two. Don't know how long I'm gonna last. You're turning me on too bad."

Tired hazel eyes met Joey's over Seto's shoulder. "Any time you're ready, babe."

Seto's hands moved to caress Joey's stomach, making the blond shudder. "Don't wait, Joey. Let go."

Joey moaned, beginning to thrust up into Seto's tight body. He gripped Seto's legs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, another moan slipping from him at the sight of Tristan's hand enclosing Seto's renewed erection.

"Tristan…Tristan, yes…" Seto whimpered as the other brunet began to stroke him hard. He pressed back against Tristan, hearing a soft growl come from him at the increased friction against his own length. "Want to feel you come. Tristan...Joey…please."

Tristan was suddenly thrust to the edge again, taken there by Seto's husky request. He didn't even have time to wonder about it when he felt Joey buck beneath them, screaming his pleasure as his orgasm overtook him.

Seto sobbed, tears of gratification streaming down his face as he felt Joey's release flood him and a scalding hot wetness against his back. He was shaking as he released into Tristan's hand and went limp, his vision receding until everything went black.

He became aware again, finding himself cradled in Joey's arms with Tristan kissing his neck. "Gods." He groaned.

"I thought we lost you there, gorgeous." Joey said, dropping a kiss on his forehead.

"Almost." Seto snuggled in closer, thinking to himself that no one had ever held him like this before tonight. And it felt damn good.

Tristan sat up, snagging the covers that were lying rumpled at the foot of the bed and pulling them up. "So, same time tomorrow, Seto?"

"Tristan…" Joey's voice held a note of reproach. "Don't be such a dick."

"What?" Tristan asked innocently, cuddling up against Seto's back and throwing an arm over the two of them. "We had a deal. He lost, remember?"

"The deal was for one night." Seto said, his grin hidden by the fact his face was buried in Joey's chest.

"Nah-ah." Tristan nipped at Seto's ear then kissed it. "If you won, you got ME for one night. If I won, I said you were mine…didn't say for how long."

"Tris…"

"No, he's right." Seto pulled back, turning so he could look at Tristan, his smile now fully visible. "And I DO pay my debts."

"Good thing." Tristan kissed Seto lightly on the lips. "'cause I think I'm gonna keep you."

"One condition." Seto said.

Tristan raised an eyebrow.

Seto pulled Joey closer and laid his head on Tristan's shoulder. "You give me that frigging coin."

Tristan and Joey both laughed, wrapping their arms around their lover. Seto snickered along with them, content to be held in their embrace, comforted by the knowledge he'd never have to be lonely again.

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