Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dead End Street ❯ Chapter3 ( Chapter 4 )

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)! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! GOT IT? GOOD!

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Seto's thoughts

~*~*~*~*~

Tony sat dejectedly on the bed in his hotel room. He had come so close, but now there seemed to be no way to get to Tristan directly.

He had gone to the stadium where the duel had been held, standing in the crowd outside, hoping to get to Tristan when he came out.

As the group left the building, reporters swarmed them. Tony watched as one made the mistake of shoving a microphone in the girl's face.

Before Kaiba's bodyguards could react, the tall CEO shoved the girl behind him, grabbing the reporter by the shirt and practically throwing him out into the street. While the other's attention was diverted, another reporter grabbed Tristan by the arm, seeking to question him. This man, too, was forcibly removed from his target, this time by Joey, and Tristan was suddenly surrounded by security guards.

He could hear Kaiba shouting and the security guards moved from their protective phalanx around Tristan, cutting a path through the crowd.

As the group made their way to the waiting limousine, Tony could see how pale Tristan was, and the girl was clinging to a white haired boy Tony guessed was Tristan's friend, Ryou.

There hadn't been any chance and Tony was beginning to wonder if there ever would be. The only thing left was to find his friends.

He knew Yugi Motou's grandfather owned a game shop. There weren't that many in town.

He'd start there.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto opened the door to Tristan's den, finding his lover sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. "Dinner's ready, love. Are you coming down?"

"Not hungry." Tristan shook his head.

Seto sat down next to the other brunet, taking his hand. "Are you okay? I know you were a little spooked about what happened outside the stadium."

"I'm okay." Tristan replied, leaning against Seto. "Is Kendra alright?"

"She's more pissed off than anything else." Seto's eyes darkened. "How the hell did the press find out she's pregnant?"

"I don't know. And why would that reporter ask if it was yours?"

Seto rolled his eyes. "Why wouldn't he? Tristan…I'm sorry. I've tried to protect you from this part of my life but…sometimes it just isn't possible."

"It's okay, amante." Tristan said. "I'll have to learn to deal with it. It's only going to get worse once we're married."

Seto leaned in and kissed him softly. "I'll do everything I can to keep that from you, baby."

"I know you will." Tristan said. "You should go have dinner."

"That's okay. I told them to go ahead if we didn't come right down. I'm not that hungry. I'd rather be here with you anyway."

Tristan laid his head against Seto's chest. "Amante, can you hold me for a while?"

Seto didn't reply, just turned on the couch and put his arms around Tristan. He could hear the sadness in the other's voice and knew he had probably interrupted thoughts of Michael.

"Seto," Tristan said quietly. "Let's get married next week."

"What?!" Seto pulled back to look at his lover. "Where did that come from?"

Tristan looked up, meeting Seto's eyes. "I don't want to wait anymore. I mean, we didn't want anything big. Just our friends. Why couldn't we do it here? It wouldn't have to be anything fancy."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"All that matters to me is being with you." Tristan reached up and cupped Seto's face in his hand. "I want to do it."

"If that's what you want, love, then that's what we'll do." Seto replied. "But what about your parents?"

"You know they won't come, amante."

[I wouldn't be so sure about that, my love.] Seto knew that Tristan thought his parents were out of town as they always were at this time of year.

"So, what do you think?" Tristan asked.

"I think I need to know what kind of ring you want." Seto replied, smiling.

"Something simple. I still want to be able to wear this one." He held up his hand, smiling slightly as he looked at his engagement ring. "You?"

"Nothing fancy."

"Pick a day and let me know. Just don't make me wait too long."

Seto grinned. "Demanding, aren't you?"

Instead of answering, Tristan reached up and drew Seto down to meet his half parted lips. The kiss was almost desperate and Seto could swear he felt Tristan's mood swing in the opposite direction. When it ended, Seto opened his eyes to find tears in Tristan's.

"You alright?" The taller brunet asked.

"I was just wishing that Michael could be here when we get married." Tristan said, a hitch in his voice.

Seto gathered his lover into his arms as the tears slid silently down Tristan's face. "Shh…baby…"

"I miss him so much." Tristan began to sob.

Seto just held Tristan close, rocking him. He hated the helpless feeling he got when he saw Tristan cry. And these tears were the worst because there was nothing he could do to ease the other's grief. He could only hold him and give him that small comfort.

But he felt like it wasn't enough.

~*~*~*~*~

"What..?" Tristan stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide in disbelief.

Seto smiled, squeezing Tristan's hand. "Surprise."

Tristan stared at his brother's gravesite. Before it had been like most of the others; a patch of grass and a headstone. Now, it was surrounded by low shrubs, planted with flowers, and there was a wood and wrought iron bench where Joey was sitting waiting for him.

"Amante…"

"It was Mokuba's idea, actually." Seto grinned down at his little brother.

"Mokuba…" Tristan was having a hard time finding his voice. "Thank you."

"Well, it was my idea," Mokuba said, letting go of Tristan's hand. "But Joey did the work."

Joey shrugged. "Kinda helps, working for a landscaper."

Tristan just shook his head and allowed Seto to lead him over to the bench. He sat down next to Joey, Seto on his other side. Mokuba climbed into his lap. He looked down at the headstone, noticing it had been cleaned.

"I don't know what to say." Tristan wrapped his arms around the raven haired boy, holding him tightly.

"Don't say anything, love." Seto draped his arm over Tristan's shoulders. "We did it because we love you."

Tristan laid his cheek against the top of Mokuba's head, feeling the tears that had filled his eyes upon entering the cemetery escaping. /I'm so damn lucky. Gods…just over a year ago, I never thought I'd have this. Seto's love, another little brother…even if I did have to go through hell to realize it./

"Hello, Mrs. Taylor."

Tristan's head snapped up at the sound of Seto's voice. His mother was standing next to the bench where they sat, looking at Tristan with a sad expression in her eyes.

"Mom?"

"Hello, Tristan." She greeted her son.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." She smiled slightly. "Happy birthday."

Tristan bit his lip, his arms tightening around Mokuba. "Umm…thanks."

Seto exchanged glances with Joey. "Tell you what, love. I'm going to take Joey and Mokuba over to the restaurant and then I'll come back and get you."

"I can go now." Tristan set Mokuba down.

"Come on, Tris." Joey said quietly. "Stay and talk to your mom."

"Amante?" Tristan looked at Seto. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." Azure looked directly into hazel. "You need to do this."

Tristan looked uncertain, but nodded, glancing at his mother. "Okay."

Seto leaned over and kissed the shorter brunet gently before standing. "I'll be back in about an hour to get you."

Tristan accepted a hug from Mokuba and a smile from Joey, watching in some trepidation as they left with Seto. He bit his lip again and looked up at his mother.

"May I sit down?"

Tristan slid over to the end over the bench, nodding. Mrs. Taylor sat down next to her son and looked down at the headstone, a small sigh escaping her.

"It looks lovely." She said, not meeting Tristan's eyes. "Joey did a wonderful job."

"You knew?" Tristan asked, finally speaking to her.

"Yes. Seto called and asked me if he could do it."

An uncomfortable silence settled between them.

/What the hell am I suppose to say to her? I haven't seen or talked to either of them since the day I told them about me and Seto./

"Tristan…"

"Why are you here?" Tristan interrupted. "You're always out of town now. Does Dad know you're here?"

Sad hazel eyes, identical to his own, filled with tears. "No, he doesn't. I needed to be here. I needed to talk to you…to tell you how sorry I am that I abandoned you when you needed me the most."

"You're sorry?! Gods, Mom, you have NO idea…"

"Please, Tristan…hear me out." She turned toward him, her eyes pleading for understanding. "When your brother died, part of me died. He was my miracle. And I lost him."

"I don't understand." Tristan shook his head.

"After you were born, the doctors told me I'd never have any more children. We went to every specialist we could think of and they all said the same thing. Your father and I gave up hope. Then, I got pregnant with Michael. I was so scared. He wasn't supposed to BE at all. And…and we only had him for such a short time…" She buried her face in her hands. "I kept thinking it was something I did while I was pregnant. It was a difficult pregnancy. I almost lost him twice. That he was born healthy was such a miracle."

"You never told me this before." Tristan whispered, shocked at his parent's revelation.

"How could I explain it to you? You were just a child."

"If you had at least tried, maybe I wouldn't have been so angry, Mom. I would have understood…I could have tried."

Mrs. Taylor looked at her son closely…more closely than she had in years. Even under the sadness that seemed to surround him like a cloak…brought on, no doubt, by talking about his brother…she could see that he was happy. How could he not be when Seto loved him so much? She only had to look into the young billionaire's eyes when he looked at Tristan to see that. And Tristan loved him as equally. Anyone could see that.

"I wanted to come today and let you know that I'm happy for you, Tristan. I'm happy that you found someone who loves you so much."

"Even if it's another man?" Tristan asked skeptically.

"Yes." The woman sighed. "I was wrong. Wrong to try to make you fit into the mold of what I thought you should be. It's just…after Michael died…I had hoped to at least get some comfort from the grandchildren you would give me."

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I won't be a father, Mom." Tristan allowed himself a small smile. "It's not something Seto and I have talked about yet. We're both more concerned with raising Mokuba right now."

Mrs. Taylor shook her head. "It wouldn't be the same."

"Why not? Just because they'd be adopted doesn't mean anything."

"They wouldn't be your flesh and blood, Tristan."

"So?" Tristan reached out and took his mother's hand…the first physical contact he'd had with her in a year. "They'd still be your grandchildren."

Mrs. Taylor looked down at where her hand was joined with Tristan's. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Mom." Tristan looked into her eyes. /I wish I could tell you everything that's happened. I wish you had been there for me when I really did need you the most. But you'd never understand. Dad would find a way to blame me for what Brad did. He'd say I brought it on myself./

"Is Dad in town?"

"No. He's in Singapore. He won't be back until next month."

"Well," Tristan turned on the bench to face his mother. "Seto and I are getting married next week. Will you come?"

The woman's eyes widened. "Next week? Why so soon?"

Tristan shrugged. "It's not really that soon. We've been engaged for over four months. We don't want to wait any more."

"Tristan…you're both so young…"

"Mom, we've been through this before." Tristan interrupted her. "I'm eighteen. Seto's nineteen. I know that seems young to you, but we love each other. We're getting married next week no matter what anyone says." Tristan paused, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. "Will you come?"

"Of course." Mrs. Taylor smiled. "I wouldn't miss my only son's wedding."

"I'm not your only son." Tristan looked down at the headstone, his voice dropping to a pained whisper. "I miss him."

"I know, honey. I miss him too."

At his parent's use of the endearment, Tristan felt something snap inside. A huge sob rocked his body and he began to cry. The tears came harder as his mother drew him into her arms and held him.

"I hope you can forgive me, Tristan. I don't want to loose you too."

~*~*~*~*~

"Baby?" Seto captured his lover's attention. "Let's go for a drive."

Tristan looked up from the book he was trying to read. "Why?"

"Oh, go on, Tristan!" Mokuba said. "You're not really reading that book anyway."

"Well, okay." Tristan looked at Mokuba. "Wanna come?"

The grey eyed boy shook his head. "Nah. I'm gonna wait for Ryou and Kendra to get home."

Tristan sighed and put down his book. He untangled himself from Mokuba and stood, leaning down to kiss the top of the shaggy head.

Seto stood as well, winking at his brother. He'd been waiting for the opportunity to get Tristan out to get this done since they had left their friends at the restaurant.

When he had arrived back at the cemetery to get Tristan, he had been greeted by the sight of his lover sobbing like a small child in his mother's arms. While on the one hand it had broken his heart to see it, he had been glad for it. He had wanted Tristan and his mother to mend fences for a while now.

Tristan had been overly quiet for the rest of the day, and the only time he had smiled was when Kendra and Ryou had started talking about baby names.

They had come home after having lunch with everyone and Tristan had gone straight to his den, saying he wanted to be alone. When he didn't come down for dinner, Seto had sent Mokuba to get him. A half hour after that, he had gone looking for them to find both of them in the den, asleep on the couch, Tristan's face stained with tears.

"Come on, love." Seto held out his hand.

Tristan took Seto's hand, lacing their fingers together. "You sure you don't want to come, little buddy?"

"No," Mokuba replied. "You guys go on. Have fun."

They took the Jag and Seto noticed that Tristan's attention was anywhere but on where they were going…which suited him fine.

Seto didn't say a word until they reached their destination.

He parked the car behind a large warehouse and turned off the ignition. "Come on. There's something I want to show you."

Tristan's eyes snapped into focus and he stared at the building. "What are we doing here?! Seto…I don't want to be here!"

Tristan could feel the panic building and he tried to fight it back. Why would Seto bring him to the place where it had all started?

Seto grabbed Tristan by the shoulders, turning him to face him. "The club is closed. There's no one here but us. Just trust me, okay?"

"But…"

"Please, Tristan. Trust me."

Tristan clenched his shaking hands and took a deep breath. "Okay."

Seto got out of the car and walked around to the other side, opening Tristan's door and holding out his hand. Tristan warily accepted it and climbed out of the car.

Gaining the door, Seto pulled a key ring out of his pocket and proceeded to unlock the enterance. He pulled Tristan inside and locked it behind them. Tristan began chewing on his bottom lip as Seto lead him into the club.

It was exactly as it had been the last time he had been here, only quiet. A single light over the bar illuminated the area. Seto let go of Tristan's hand and walked over to the wall, snapping on a few more lights.

Tristan stood staring at the dance floor. "I don't understand. Why are we here? And where is everybody?"

"It's been closed down." Seto came back to him, putting an arm around his waist. "It's been bought out."

"By who?"

"Me."

Tristan shook his head, confused. "Why would you want to own a club? Especially this one?"

"It's not mine." Seto held out the key ring. "It's yours."

"What?!"

"I thought it might help." Seto took Tristan's hand and placed the keys in it. "Do what you want with it. Open it back up again or tear it down. It's up to you."

"Amante…" Tristan stared at the keys in his hand. "Why?"

"Well, I'm kind of hoping you'll open it again. I wanted to give you this for your birthday. I wanted you to have some good memories of this place. I know how much you used to enjoy coming here. I thought that by taking this place and making it into something you could be proud of might help heal those memories for you."

"I don't…I don't know." Tristan started chewing his lip again.

"Don't do that, baby." Seto began to reach up to touch Tristan's face, but stopped. "You're going to make yourself bleed."

Tristan frowned, his eyes still on the keys. /I sure as hell never expected THIS. What DO I want? Can I open it again? What if…what if I do and someone I've been with comes in?/

Seto watched the play of emotions on his lover's face. He had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. He wasn't going to push him though.

Tristan looked up, meeting Seto's eyes. "Is this why you pushed me to take that business administration course?"

Seto raised an eyebrow. "I admit to nothing."

"Sure." Tristan grinned. "Do you think I should?"

"That's up to you, baby." Seto stepped away, taking the keys. "Before you make that decision though, there's something else you should see."

He led Tristan to a door on one side of the bar and unlocked it, revealing a set of stairs. He climbed them, stopping on a small landing at the top and, using the same key, unlocked the door there and stepped inside.

Tristan walked in behind him, stopping when he reached the center of the room.

It was the office. It was furnished with only a desk, a couch along one wall, and a couple of end tables.

On the wall behind the couch, there was a painting of the pyramids of Egypt. Seeing Tristan's interest, Seto walked over to it.

"Yami painted this. It's from him and Yugi…for your birthday."

"It's beautiful." Tristan said. "I didn't know Yami could paint."

He was about to comment further when something else caught his eye. On the wall behind the desk, framed and glassed was a basketball jersey. It was mounted so the back of it showed. It was red and the name Jordan and the number twenty-three adorned the back.

"Holy shit!" Tristan crossed over to it, his eyes widening. "It's autographed!"

There was a small, white card stuck in the frame and Tristan picked it up, opening it.

To Tristan, my other brother

Happy Birthday!

Love, Mokuba

"Where did he get this?" Tristan turned to Seto.

Seto shrugged. "Internet."

"Gods."

"Yeah, the little squirt took some seriously smug satisfaction in outbidding some sports museum for it."

"Well," Tristan smiled. "He IS your brother, amante."

Tristan looked down at the polished surface of the desk. There was a small box there containing a silver pen and pencil set, complete with a letter opener. A note, in Kendra's handwriting, indicated it was from her, Ryou and Bakura.

"Wonder where Bakura stole this from?" Tristan asked, amused.

"I don't even want to think about it." Seto replied, dropping down onto the couch.

Tristan went over and sat down next to him. "Did everyone but me know about this?"

"Yes." Seto nodded. "We all wanted this for you, love. We want you to be happy."

"I am." Tristan put his arms around Seto, drawing him close. "How could I not be?"

"I know how hard your birthday is for you. I wanted to do something that would help you make some GOOD memories of today."

"You have, amante." Tristan leaned in and kissed him gently. "Thank you."

Seto reached out and gripped Tristan's shirt, pulling him closer and claiming his lips. He immediately parted his and gave instant control of the kiss to the other. Tristan took it, pushing Seto back onto the couch.

Seto moaned softly as Tristan's weight settled on him. They hadn't made love in a while and Seto found himself in desperate need of his lover's touch. He had been surprised when Tristan pulled away from him last night, saying he didn't want to.

"I want you, amante." Tristan's voice was husky as the kiss ended. "Let me make love to you."

"Yes…Tristan." Seto's entire being was suddenly throbbing with need. "Please…"

Tristan lifted himself off the couch and pulled Seto to his feet. He quickly undressed both of them and gently laid Seto back down. He covered the taller brunet's body with his own, pressing small kisses across his face and down his neck.

"Mmm…baby…" Seto purred, his arms encircling the broad back. "So good."

"Ti amo, amante." Tristan whispered as he moved down Seto's body, trailing soft kisses along the warming flesh.

"I don't want to wait, baby. Just take me."

"What is it with you and not wanting foreplay lately?" Tristan grinned against Seto's stomach.

"I just don't." Seto reached down and grabbed his pants, pulling a small tube of lubricant from the pocket, handing it to Tristan. "Here."

Tristan accepted it, rolling his eyes. "You're such a boy scout."

"Just shut up and do it."

"The romance is dead." Tristan snickered, kneeling between Seto's legs. "Please tell me you're not going to get worse after we're married."

Seto smiled up at him. "Less talk, more sex."

Tristan shook his head, chuckling, and squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers. He slid one into Seto's waiting body, frowning when the other brunet hissed.

"Sorry."

Seto shook his head. "It's okay. Love you."

"Love you too." Tristan gently inserted another finger, watching Seto's face for further signs of pain.

Seto moaned deeply, thrusting against the invasion. It had only hurt for a brief moment and now there was nothing but pleasure.

Tristan watched Seto's eyes darken with need and he fought to take his time preparing him…not to just bury himself deep in the other's body.

"Enough." Seto gasped. "Please…now."

Tristan quickly used the rest of the lubricant to coat his arousal and, pulling Seto's legs over his shoulders, thrust hard into him.

"Tristan…yes!" Seto moaned. "Oh, gods, yes!"

"Seto…tight…gods, amante…you're so tight." It had been almost a week since they had last made love, and the few times before that, Seto had taken him. It felt like forever since he had been encased inside his lover's hot body.

"Tristan…please…deeper…"

Tristan complied, pounding into the man beneath him.

/Too soon./ Tristan could feel his climax quickly approaching, and he fought against it. "No…Seto…"

"Come for me, Tristan. I want to feel you come, baby."

"Amante…" Tristan thrust harder, unable to help himself.

"Let go, my love." Seto reached up and gripped Tristan's shoulders. "It's okay."

"Want you…to come too." Tristan gasped, wrapping his hand around Seto's length. "Please, Seto…come with me."

Seto hissed as Tristan began pumping his erection and thrust up to meet him. He let himself get lost in the pleasure the other was giving him, feeling his release just out of reach. As if from a great distance, he heard Tristan moan and became aware of his hot seed filling him. He cried out, spilling the proof of his love between them.

Tristan collapsed on top of Seto with a hard shudder. "Oh, wow."

Seto laughed weakly, slapping Tristan's sweat-slick back. "Tristan Taylor…king of understatement."

Tristan snickered against Seto's neck, nuzzling into him. "Love you, amante."

"Mmmm…" Seto held his lover close, feeling his heartbeat return to normal. "Love you, baby."

"Seto?" Tristan lifted his head. "I'm gonna do it. Reopen this place."

Seto smiled. "I'm glad, love. Oh, and there's an account in your name with enough money to handle any kind of renovations you want to make."

Tristan sighed in mock-frustration. "Why do you even pretend that this was all my decision?"

"Just chalk it up to me knowing you so well." Seto grinned.

"Oh, shut up." Tristan leaned down and claimed Seto's lips.

It was one way to keep him quiet.

~*~*~*~*~

Tony had wandered into the bar of the upscale hotel some time ago, and he had been nursing the same drink since.

He hadn't had any luck tracking down Yugi Motou. He still had a few more game shops to check out.

"May I buy you another drink?" A cultured voice asked.

Tony turned around on the stool, his eyes widening in appreciation at the man before him. He was tall, dressed in a black double-breasted suit and a red silk shirt. Long, silver hair fell to just past his shoulders, covering one side of his face.

He saw the interest in the one visible, cinnamon colored eye and felt himself responding to it. He hadn't taken a lover since Brad had left to come here and, quite frankly, he was lonely.

"Sure." Tony smiled, gesturing to the stool next to him.

The man sat, instructing the bartender to refresh Tony's drink and ordering wine for himself. That done, he looked over at Tony, an unspoken invitation passing between them that was just as silently accepted.

"I'm Tony."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tony." The man replied, heavy emphasis on the word "pleasure". "I am Maximillian Pegasus."

"You're not from around here, are you?" Toney asked.

"I maintain a home here. I'm from the US. You?"

"Italy."

"What brings you to Japan?"

"Looking for someone." Tony replied. "Not having much luck though."

Pegasus drained his glass and stood. "Shall we go? I have a room here."

Tony stood, leaving his drink untouched. He smiled at the taller man and followed him from the bar.

~*~*~*~*~

Tony leaned up on one elbow, still breathing heavily, and studied the face of the man lying next to him.

His features were classic and angular. He was, to Tony's eyes, extremely handsome. His straight silver hair lay in disarray on the pillow and one eye was closed. Tony reached out to trace his finger over the leather patch covering the other.

"What happened to your eye?"

"It was taken from me…by a madman." Pegasus opened his eye. "I have yet to exact my revenge on him."

"Revenge…" Tony trailed his fingertips down the other's lean chest. "That's what brought me here."

"Really?" Interest lit in the cinnamon orb.

Tony nodded. "My boyfriend came here to go to school. Someone killed him. I can't get to the one person who can probably give me the information I need to track down who's responsible."

"I know quite a few people here. Perhaps I can help."

"You…you want to help me?" Tony asked.

"Why not?" Pegasus reached up and cupped Tony's cheek in his hand. "Tell me who you're looking for. If I don't know them personally, I have the resources to track them down."

"What do you want in return?" Tony was skeptical.

"Stay with me." Pegasus replied, pulling the other man close to him. "I can't remember the last time I enjoyed someone's company as much as I've enjoyed yours. Now tell me, who are you looking for?"

"I guy I met at summer school in Italy. His name is Tristan Taylor."

Pegasus' eye darkened. Tristan Taylor. The one person who had the audacity to refuse his advances. And he was close to the one Pegasus swore he'd get revenge on. His nimble mind quickly worked to figure out how he could use this to his advantage.

He drew Tony closer, kissing him briefly. "I can help you."

~*~*~*~*~