Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dead End Street ❯ Chapter2 ( Chapter 2 )

Dead End Street

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! DUH! If we did, the show wouldn't be fit for kids, that's for sure!

Warning: This story contains shouenen-ai (guy/guy relationships) and yaoi (guys having sex with guys). It also contains coarse language and violence. If you don't like it, or become offended by such things, what are you doing here? Haven't you figured out by now that all our writing contains this stuff?

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT YAOI (MALE/MALE SEX)! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT! UNDERSTAND?! DO NOT READ IT!!!!!

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Seto's thoughts

~*~*~*~*~

Seto: So, hung over?

DD: Hardly.

YD: We were supposed to go out with EVILMJ, her husband and kid last night.

DD: Yeah, Our hubby was down sick, so was MJ and her kid.

YD: Dinner for seven turned into dinner for three.

DD: Still, it was fun.

Bakura: Yeah, okay, enough of that…who gets the lemon in this chapter? Me?

YD: Sorry, `kura.

~*~*~*~*~

"It'll be okay, Ryou." Kendra took Ryou's hand, squeezing gently. "Whatever happens we'll face it together."

Ryou took a deep breath and opened the door to his childhood home. He was trembling slightly and his stomach was churning. A part of him wished he hadn't denied Bakura's presence. He needed his yami's comforting strength right now, but he was afraid of what Bakura would do if his father reacted badly.

He had left the Ring at Seto's and made Bakura promise he would stay with Joey and not interfere.

"Dad?" Ryou called out as they entered the house. "Are you home?"

"In the kitchen!" Came the reply.

Kendra tugged Ryou's hand. "Come on, Ryou. Let's just get it over with."

Ryou nodded and led the way.

"Hello, you two." Robert Bakura greeted them. "How's the new job, Kendra?"

"Fine, thank you."

"Is something wrong?" Robert frowned, leaning back against the counter, noticing how nervous Ryou was.

"Dad, we need to talk to you about something." Ryou shuffled his feet nervously. "Kendra and I…well we…that is…"

"Spit it out, son." Robert said impatiently. "I haven't got all day."

Ryou stammered again, unable to meet his father's eyes. Kendra squeezed his hand again, deciding to take the responsibility from her lover's shoulders.

"Mr. Bakura," She looked him right in the eye. "I'm pregnant."

Silence greeted her words.

"Dad," Ryou's voice quavered. "Please say something."

"Get out of my house." Robert said quietly.

"Dad…"

"I told you, Ryou." Robert's voice was filled with anger. "I told you never to get some girl pregnant."

"Kendra's not just SOME girl!" Ryou replied indignantly. "I love her!"

"Get out and don't come back." Robert turned his back on them. "And take your whore with you."

Ryou stared in shock for a full minute before exploding. "How DARE you?! Kendra is NOT a whore! She's the woman I love and the mother of my child!"

"She's a whore, Ryou." Robert turned back around, looking at them both with disgust. "Only a whore would allow herself to get pregnant without being married first."

"You old fashioned, narrow minded BASTARD!" Ryou yelled, his hands clenching into fists.

"Ryou, don't." Kendra grabbed his arm. "We knew this was going to happen. Let's just go."

"Listen to your whore, Ryou."

Kendra's eyes narrowed. "I'm not a whore, no matter what you think. I love your son, Mr. Bakura. Unconditionally. At least one person in this room can lay claim to that."

"He's no son of mine." Robert replied. "I'm leaving. When I get back you'd both better be gone."

As the back door slammed behind his father, a small sob escaped Ryou. Kendra immediately put her arms around him, holding him close.

"It's okay, love." She said quietly. "We were expecting this."

"It's not okay." Ryou buried his face in her hair. "He's kicked me out of my home. I have nowhere to go. And now, neither does Bakura."

"Do you honestly think that Seto and Tristan would allow you to go live on the streets or something?" Kendra chided gently. "I'm sure you can stay with them for a while."

Ryou sighed, gripping onto Kendra tightly. "I suppose."

"And don't worry about Bakura." Kendra said with a small smile. "He can take care of himself."

Ryou nodded.

"Let's go pack your things." Kendra pulled away, taking Ryou's hand. "I certainly don't want to be here when your father gets back."

~*~*~*~*~

"Would you sit down, Bakura? You're making me dizzy." Joey complained.

Bakura stopped pacing and threw himself down on the couch next to his lover.

They were sitting in the living room in the apartment above the game shop with Yami and Yugi. They had hoped that between the three of them they could keep Bakura distracted while Ryou and Kendra were gone.

So far, they were doing a lousy job of it.

"He's blocking me." Bakura growled. "And he's taken off the Ring."

"He doesn't want you interfering." Yami said.

"Bite me, Pharaoh!" Bakura said. "This is my hikari we're talking about!"

Joey looked at Yugi. "Can you guys give us a couple of minutes?"

Yugi nodded and, without a word, stood and held his hand out to Yami. The ruby eyed spirit sighed in irritation and took it, letting Yugi draw him up. Yugi gave Joey an encouraging smile as they left the room.

"Bakura," Joey turned to his lover. "Everything's going to be okay."

"I can't help worrying about him." Bakura scowled.

"I know that, love." Joey pulled a resisting Bakura into his arms. "But sometimes he needs to do these things on his own."

Bakura finally relaxed, sighing and laying his head against Joey's chest. He brought his hand up, his fingers tracing a nonsensical pattern on the material of Joey's shirt.

A year ago, this kind of closeness while he was upset would have brought him to do bodily harm to the person holding him. But now it was a comfort…so long as it was Joey.

He lifted his head and looked up at the blond. "You're right, ana sabi."

"Of course I am." Joey grinned.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "There's a first time for everything, I guess."

"What?!" Joey's tone was mock-indignant. "Why you…"

Bakura wrapped his arms around Joey as the blond pounced on him, pinning him to the couch and kissing him. He tangled his hands in strands of molten gold and pulled Joey closer, deepening it.

Joey moaned softly as their tongues entwined and he suddenly pushed back, sitting up, his face flushed.

"Get back here." Bakura growled.

Joey shook his head. "Not here."

"Why not?"

"Gramps might come in or something."

"Fine." Bakura said, sitting up. "Let's leave then."

"And where are we supposed to go?" Joey countered. "My dad's home."

Bakura sighed in frustration. "You really need to get your own place, ana sabi."

Joey opened his mouth to reply when suddenly Bakura's eyes went blank. "What?"

"Meet me at Seto's."

"Seto's? Why..?" Joey was cut off as his lover disappeared. "Damn it, I hate it when he does that."

He jumped from the couch, calling for Yami and Yugi as he ran down the stairs.

~*~*~*~*~

"Ryou, don't worry." Tristan said. "You can stay here with us as long as you want."

"Both of you can." Seto said, handed Ryou the Ring.

"Thank you." Ryou said quietly.

He hung his Item around his neck and a heartbeat barely passed before there was a bright flash of light and Bakura was standing next to his hikari.

"Damn it, I hate it when he does that." Seto muttered, trying to stuff his heart back into his chest.

"What happened?" Bakura demanded of Ryou, ignoring the others.

"His father kicked him out of the house." Kendra told him.

Ryou pressed up against his dark, shivering when Bakura's arms came around him. "He called Kendra a whore."

Tristan grabbed Seto's arm as a low growl came from the taller brunet. "You know that's not true."

"Of course I do." Ryou said sadly, burrowing into Bakura's chest. "But it doesn't hurt any less. That my own father would say that…"

"Don't even THINK about it you two." Kendra said, seeing the identical looks of anger in Seto and Bakura's eyes. "Let it go. I don't care what he thinks about me."

"Kennie…"

"Amante, she's right." Tristan said. "It's not worth it. Besides, we still have to deal with her mother. Save it, okay?"

Seto sighed. "Okay, fine. When do you want to go to your mother's, Kennie?"

"She won't get home for another hour or so. And I don't want to be waiting for her when she gets home. She's always in a REALLY bad mood when she gets home from work."

"Well," Tristan said. "Let's get Ryou's stuff unpacked from the car. You've got some time to relax and get settled."

Kendra went to Tristan and put her arms around him, reaching out and taking Seto's hand as well. "Thanks."

Tristan just smiled and kissed the top of her head.

Seto met Bakura's eyes. They were going to have to talk about what to do with Ryou's father. But not yet.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto stopped Kendra before they stepped into the run down apartment building where she lived with her mother.

"Kennie," Seto placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "No matter what happens, you and Ryou have a home with me and Tristan, understand?"

Kendra nodded, reaching for Ryou's hand. She led the way into the building, flushing with embarrassment. She cut a glance at Seto, but his face was carefully blank. He didn't seem to see the trash lining the hallways, or smell the odor of a building that probably should have been condemned.

Arriving at the door to the apartment, Kendra opened the door. The lock had been broken since they moved in.

"Kendra Anne! Where the hell have you been?!" Kendra's mother yelled as soon as they entered the tiny living room.

Seto's eyes narrowed as he looked at the woman. She was thin, of average height, and obvious cared little for her appearance.

"I've been at Seto's, Mom." Kendra said meekly.

The woman's gaze raked over Seto. "I suppose you've been slutting around with HIM too."

"Mom, please…"

"Shut up! Gods, Kendra! I work my ass off to put a roof over your head and this is how you repay me!"

"Lower your voice." Seto said coldly. "Kendra came here to talk to you and she doesn't need you shouting at her."

The woman blinked, taken aback by the tone of Seto's voice.

Ryou stepped behind Kendra, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Just tell her and get it over with."

Kendra knew what to expect…or at least she thought she did. "Mom…I'm pregnant."

No one even saw the hand that flashed out and slapped Kendra across the face. She fell back against Ryou, clutching her cheek.

If no one saw Kendra's mother hit her, she certainly didn't see Seto move until he had grabbed her by the front of the shirt.

"Who do you think you are, hitting her?" Blue eyes flashed pure fury.

"Get your hands off me!" She yelled, pushing Seto off. "And why do you care?" She turned to Kendra. "I suppose HE'S the father."

Ryou was shaking with suppressed rage. "No, he's not. I am."

"That was rather stupid of you, Kendra." She said cuttingly. "If you were going to be THAT stupid, at least you could have gotten pregnant by someone who could pay for you to get rid of it."

Kendra didn't reply, just turned around and pressed her face to Ryou's shoulder.

"Kennie," Seto said, fighting not to tear the woman apart. "Get your things and let's get out of this dump."

"She takes nothing!" Kendra's mother said. "Everything she has I gave her! She's nothing but a worthless little piece of gutter trash who ruined my life! She owes me EVERYTHING!"

"Maybe if you loved her like a real mother should, she'd owe you something!" Ryou yelled.

"Shut your mouth, you white haired little freak!"

Seto and Ryou could only stare in shock as Kendra pulled away from Ryou, walked over to her mother and punched her in the mouth.

Seto couldn't help the grin that crossed his face as the woman's hand went to her mouth, blood dripping from between her fingers, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Kendra walked back over to Ryou and took his hand. She looked up at Seto, her demeanor one of forced calm.

"Can we go home now please?"

Seto didn't say a word, just walked to the door and opened it, waiting for Kendra and Ryou to precede him. With one last look at the hell hole his best friend had been forced to live in, he followed them, shutting the door behind him.

~*~*~*~*~

"Kennie, would you PLEASE stop arguing with me?!" Seto said, exasperated. "Tomorrow you're going shopping, getting what you need, and having it charged to me!"

"Come on, Kendra." Tristan put in. "You've only got the clothes on your back. Besides, you're going to need more comfortable clothes soon."

Kendra sighed. "These pants are a little tight."

"Don't make me send Tristan with you." Seto joked.

Tristan rolled his eyes. "I'll go with you if you want."

"Fine." Kendra got up and went to Seto, hugging him. "I give up."

"You should know better than to argue with him anyway." Tristan grinned.

"Go to bed, Kennie." Seto said, kissing her cheek. "Ryou's probably well asleep by now."

"Good night, guys." Kendra headed for the door.

"Night, hun." Tristan smiled as she left his den.

Tristan turned on the couch as the door shut and put his arms around Seto. "Okay, amante. Talk."

"Gods, Tristan!" Seto laid his head on his lover's shoulder. "You should have seen that place! Garbage in the hallways…it was disgusting."

"She's safe now." Tristan said, stroking Seto's hair. "She'll never have to go back to that. We'll see to it."

Seto lifted his head and kissed Tristan gently. "I just want her and Ryou to be happy. Like we are."

"I know. And they will be. We'll be here to help them, amante."

Seto smiled. "Let's go to bed."

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Tired?"

"No."

Tristan laughed and rose from the couch. He reached down and lifted Seto into his arms.

"Gods, I wish you'd stop doing that!" Seto complained.

Tristan snickered and carried his lover from the room.

~*~*~*~*~

"Amante, I was thinking." Tristan ran his fingers through Seto's hair. "Those two bedrooms at the end of the hall have their own bathrooms, don't they?"

"Mmm-hmm." Seto's voice was muffled as he kissed Tristan's neck.

"What's below them?"

"Storage, I think." Seto moved down, trailing small kisses across the other brunet's collarbone.

"What if we blocked off the hall on both floors and turned it into an apartment for Ryou and Kendra?"

"Sure." Seto began to run his tongue across Tristan's chest.

"They're going to want some privacy, especially after the baby comes."

"Mmm." Seto replied noncommittally, moving lower.

"It would be nice if…" Tristan broke off with a hiss as Seto delved his tongue into his navel. He fisted his hand in Seto's hair and yanked his head up. "Are you listening to me?"

Seto grinned. "No."

"Oh, really?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you doing?"

Seto's smiled widened. "Contemplating how I can get you inside me with as little foreplay as possible."

"You're in a mood." Tristan said, anticipation quickening his pulse.

"I am." Seto lowered his head and took Tristan into his mouth.

"Gods, amante." Tristan growled, tightening his grip in Seto's hair.

Seto looked up, hazy blue meeting passion filled hazel for a long moment before slipping closed. He took him deeper, swallowing around his length, causing the shorter brunet to thrust up with a low moan.

Tristan grabbed the bottle of massage oil from the bedside table, practically ripping off the top. He tipped it to pour some into his hand when Seto swallowed around him again, making him shudder hard and spill half of the bottle's contents over himself.

Seto released Tristan with a wicked grin. "Oil spill…fun."

"Get up here." Tristan demanded, moving up to sit against the headboard.

Seto straddled Tristan's thighs, his hands reaching out to spread the oil that was dripping down Tristan's chest and stomach. Tristan pulled him forward, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss as he slid two fingers into him. Seto thrust back, whimpering in frustration.

"What's the matter, amante?" Tristan whispered as the kiss broke. "Not enough?"

Seto thrust back harder. "Please…"

Tristan removed his hand, ignoring Seto's protest. "Turn around."

Seto was quick to comply, and with Tristan's hands on his hips guiding him, he impaled himself on his lover's arousal. He bit his lip, fighting not to voice the scream of pleasure wanting to make itself known.

Tristan pulled Seto back against his chest, moaning deeply as he felt himself become completely engulfed in Seto's heat.

Seto let his head fall back against a broad shoulder as Tristan's oil-slick hands came up to caress his chest. He began to move slowly, but it didn't last as Tristan pulled him tight against his body, thrusting up into him and crashing into his prostate.

Seto cried out as everything went white and pure pleasure shot through his body. He lifted himself up and slammed down, fighting to reach the edge, but at the same time, wanting to hold back.

Tristan could feel Seto getting close and he wrapped his hand around the other's arousal, stroking him hard. "Give in to it, amante. I know you want to."

"Want to…wait for you." Seto gasped.

"It's okay, Seto. Do it."

Seto's head began to swim as he rode Tristan harder; soft, gasping moans falling from his lips with each thrust. Tristan clenched his teeth, growling as he felt his own climax approaching. The taller brunet tensed suddenly, whispering Tristan's name before his body went into convulsions and he spilled his passion over Tristan's fist.

He continued to move, refusing to give in to the exhaustion closing in on him. He groaned as Tristan's grip on him tightened painfully and he felt his lover release with a small whimper.

Seto collapsed back against Tristan's chest with a sigh. "Love you, baby."

"Ti amo, amante."

Seto tipped his head back and kissed Tristan gently. He brought his hand up to cup Tristan's face and the shorter brunet tensed the second Seto's fingertips made contact with his skin. He pulled away, his eyes wide and scared.

"Oh, love…I'm sorry." Seto said as Tristan's shoulders slumped.

"Gods, Seto." Tristan sighed as Seto moved off him. "It's been almost a year."

Seto lay down and held out his arms. "Come here."

Tristan stretched out next to his lover and laid his head on his chest. No matter how he tried to fight it, he still couldn't stand to have anyone, not even Seto, touch his face.

"It's okay, Tristan." Seto stroked the back of his lover's neck. "Really."

Tristan didn't reply. He burrowed into Seto's chest, angry at himself…at Brad. Everything else had passed. He had healed. Except for this. No matter whatever else happened, he couldn't seem to get over the fear that flashed through him whenever someone tried to touch his face like that.

Tristan took Seto's hand in his and pressed it to his cheek. "I'm sorry, amante."

"Don't worry about it." Seto rubbed his thumb across Tristan's cheekbone. "I should know better by now."

Tristan closed his eyes, relaxing into the feeling of Seto's warm body against his own. "I love you, Seto."

"I love you too, baby."

~*~*~*~*~

Tony tossed in the bed in the cheap hotel he had been staying in since he came to Domino.

He had tried going to Kaiba Corp. to see if he could speak to Seto Kaiba. He was hoping his old friend's fiancé would be some help. But he hadn't been allowed to see him. He had been put off by a pompous under-secretary. She had loftily told him that Master Kaiba didn't accept unsolicited appointments.

When he had asked the woman if she knew how he could get a hold of Tristan, she had asked him to leave, telling him that Master Kaiba wouldn't allow anyone in his employ give out that kind of information.

Tomorrow was the exhibition match he had read about. If he couldn't contact Tristan there, he'd start trying to track down his friends.

"Don't worry, Brad." He whispered into the darkness. "I'm going to find out what happened to you. And I promise they'll pay with their own life."

~*~*~*~*~

Bakura: Do I get to kill this Tony guy?

YD: No…well, not yet…maybe.

Tris: What kind of answer is that?

DD: An honest one.

Ryou: My father's such an ass!

Yugi: *wide eyed* Ryou swore!!

Bakura: That's my boy!

Seto: Are you guys GOING somewhere with all this?

YD: Yes!! Now shut up!!

DD: Please review, folks.

YD: And Happy New Year!!