Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dead End Street ❯ chapter4 ( Chapter 5 )

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

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DD: I can't BELIEVE it! We ACTUALLY got this chappie done!

YD: Yeah. Someone must have hit Tris upside the head.

Tris: Shut up!

DD: I'm really hoping that things will move along faster now.

YD: *rolls eyes* That's what we were hoping the LAST time. Tris got all bitchy on us again.

Tris: You know…I really HATE being your muse.

~*~*~*~*~

"Kennie?" Seto knocked on the bedroom door. "Is everything okay?"

Seto had left everyone waiting outside and came into the house to find his friend. The minister was waiting and Seto wanted to get started. The awkward silences between Tristan and his mother were beginning to make everyone uncomfortable.

Seto knocked again and when Kendra didn't answer, he opened the door and cautiously stepped in, feeling like he was intruding.

He was about to call out again when the sounds of retching reached his ears. He headed for the open bathroom door. He found Kendra on the floor in front of the toilet in her bathrobe, throwing up.

Seto went to her, reaching down to draw her hair back. She didn't seem to notice as she clutched the sides of the bowl, pale and sweating.

A shaking hand reached up to flush the toilet and she looked up, smiling weakly. "Sorry. The little guy doesn't seem to like what I ate for lunch."

"It's okay." Seto smiled back, drawing her to her feet. "Just makes me glad I'm a guy. And gay."

Kendra laughed and moved around Seto to the sink, wetting a face cloth and wiping her face. "Are you guys waiting for me?"

"We were. Don't rush it though." Seto leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "I thought you weren't supposed to get sick anymore."

Kendra shrugged, reaching for her toothbrush. "Dr. Cray said it's different for everyone. It's not as bad as it was though. The pills help, but something I ate just didn't agree with him."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'll be fine." She replied. "Just give me a few minutes to get dressed and we can get this show on the road. We don't want to keep Tristan waiting."

A smile lit Seto's face. "I know I don't. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he's nervous. I want to get this done before he backs out on me."

"He'd never do that." Kendra said around the toothbrush. "He loves you too much."

"I can't imagine my life without him, Kennie." Seto suddenly grew serious. "When I think of how close I came to losing him…"

Kendra spit a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and dropped the brush, turning to Seto and putting her arms around him. "But you didn't. Tristan loves you so much it's almost frightening to see it. Today's not a day to be dwelling on the past, Seto. Today he's taking the ultimate step in proving how much he loves you. Let the past go. Today you start building your future with him."

"Thank you, Kennie." Seto hugged her back. "I needed to hear that. I guess Tristan's not the only one who's nervous."

"I guess not." Kendra pulled away, giving Seto a playful smack. "Now get out of here so I can get dressed. Unless you're interested in seeing me naked."

"Kennie!" Seto protested, blushing.

Kendra laughed. "Go on. I'll meet you downstairs."

~*~*~*~*~

Mrs. Taylor sat with her son's friends, waiting for Seto to come back with Kendra.

She sat between Bakura and Yugi's grandfather, watching her son as he talked to the minister. He looked very handsome, she thought, in his black suit with it's white silk shirt open at the neck, revealing a silver chain with a dragon pendant hanging from it. It had a sapphire chip for an eye that matched the earring in his ear.

Joey was standing next to him, also dressed in black and white, his golden hair seeming to reflect the bright light of the sun.

She unobtrusively observed the people sitting with her. Yugi sat next to his grandfather with his boyfriend, Yami, on his other side. She had never understood how it was that they looked so much alike but weren't related. Ryou sat next to Bakura, Mokuba next to him.

She had been watching Tristan interact with the younger Kaiba and had come to realize the Seto had been right when he told her that Mokuba had no problem with their relationship. The brotherly love between the two was apparent and she was happy that her son had found another brother to love. It was obvious that Mokuba helped ease the pain of losing Michael.

Seeing Tristan look toward the house, a smile brightening his features, she turned to see Seto approaching, holding Kendra's hand.

Seto was dressed identically to Tristan, minus the silver chain and earring. He wore around his neck, instead, a thin gold chain bearing a small gold cube.

Mrs. Taylor's eyes widened when she looked at Ryou's girlfriend. The young woman was wearing a black, ankle-length dress that hugged her slender body. The material was taut across her stomach, prominently displaying the fact that she was pregnant.

As they passed, Bakura let out a low wolf-whistle, earning an elbow in the ribs from Ryou and a stern look from Kendra.

When they reached their destination, Kendra smiled, placing Seto's hand in Tristan's and stepping to the side. The two brunets turned to the minister and the ceremony began.

Mrs. Taylor felt tears fill her eyes. Though she knew Tristan and Seto truly loved one another, this was not how she had imagined her eldest son's wedding day. There should have been a church filled with family, her husband should have been sitting next to her, and there should have been a girl standing with her son that he had known and loved for years. Not another man.

Shaking herself mentally, she realized that Seto had already spoken his vows and was getting ready to give Tristan his ring.

Seto took Tristan's hand, slipping off the ring he already wore and turning to Kendra. She held out a strange looking band to the tall brunet. It was thin, white gold, with small diamonds attached to it in a seemingly random pattern. It's purposed soon became clear as Seto snapped it into the original ring and the diamonds showed through the open weave of the band.

He turned back to Tristan and took his hand again, sliding the ring onto his finger. "I love you, baby."

Tristan looked down at the ring and back up at Seto, the love in his eyes apparent to anyone who cared to look.

Seto released Tristan's hand and the shorter brunet turned to Joey, taking Seto's ring from him. It was identical to his, only sporting a large sapphire instead of a ruby.

Turning back, he took Seto's hand, holding the azure eyes as he began to speak.

"There are not enough words in any language to describe how much I love you. You're my world. When everything seemed hopeless it was your love that kept me going, gave me the strength to find myself again. You never gave up on me. I've already given you my heart. It's your forever. I'm nothing without you." Tristan slipped the ring onto Seto's finger. "Ti amo, amante."

A single tear escaped to slide down Seto face and Tristan reached out, tenderly brushing it away.

Smiling, the minister announced them married and Tristan took Seto into his arms, kissing him deeply. Seto responded by wrapping his arms around Tristan and pulling him tightly against him.

"Break it up, you two." Bakura called. "You're freaking out the normals."

"BaKURA!" Ryou hissed, casting a nervous glance at Tristan's mother.

The newly married couple broke apart amidst snickers from their friends. Mokuba jumped out of his seat and threw himself at them. He wrapped his arms around Tristan, smiling up at him.

"Now you really ARE my brother." He said happily.

Tristan ruffled his fingers through the shaggy locks. "Now I really am."

Seto turned to the minister, thanking him and inviting him to stay. With a bright smile, the elderly man agreed and moved to speak to Solomon.

Their friends surrounded them, offering their congratulations, and Tristan noticed that his mother didn't move from her spot. He left Seto's side, shouldering his way through the others to reach her.

"Mom?" Tristan sat down next to her. "Are you okay?" When she looked at him, Tristan saw there were tears in her eyes. He put his arm around her shoulders. "Please tell me what's wrong. I thought you wanted to be here. Aren't you happy for me?"

"I am." She said quietly. "It's just…this is not how I imagined your wedding."

"I know it's not. But I love him. This is what I wanted. To belong to him." Tristan looked into his mother's eyes. "You do understand that, don't you?"

She sighed and then smiled. "I do. I am happy for you, Tristan. Both of you."

"I'm glad." Tristan smiled back. "Come on. Come talk to your son-in-law."

She let Tristan pull her up out of the chair and lead her over to his friends. Seto smiled at her as she approached and reached out, drawing Tristan to him.

"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Taylor." Kendra said, smiling at her.

"It's nice to see you too, Kendra. It's been a while." She replied. "From the looks of things, a long while."

Kendra's smile grew and her hand went to the bulge of her stomach.

"How far along are you?" The elder woman asked.

"About four months."

Mrs. Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? You look a little large for four months."

Kendra bit her lip. "Do you think so? I haven't had an ultrasound yet."

"They should be able to tell you then."

"I've been feeling movement. Like butterflies in my stomach. Only stronger."

"Kennie!" Seto interrupted. "You didn't tell me that!"

Tristan put his hand on Kendra's stomach. "I don't feel anything."

"He's not moving, Tristan." Kendra shook her head, amused.

"Wait!" Tristan's eyes widened. "It's like…a little ripple."

"Can I feel?" Mokuba asked, big eyes looking up at the expectant mother.

"Sure." Kendra took the boy's hand and placed it on her belly.

"Oh, wow." Mokuba whispered. "Big brother…I can feel the baby moving."

Kendra took Seto's hand and placed it next to Mokuba's. "Can you feel it, Seto?"

Seto frowned, looking down at his hand as if he expected to see something. Then, suddenly, a tiny movement against the palm of his hand. A smile broke over his face and he looked up at Kendra. She smiled at the awe in his eyes.

The rest of their friends crowed around, all of them wanting to touch her stomach. Joey knelt down in front of her and cupped her belly in both his hands.

"Hey, little guy." He pressed his ear to her stomach. "It's Uncle Joey."

"I don't think he can hear you, ana sabi." Bakura rolled his eyes and pulled Joey to his feet.

Joey grinned and wrapped his arms around Bakura. "So, you guys heading out soon?"

"Yeah," Seto tousled his little brother's hair. "I was wondering if you and Bakura would stay and help Peggy look after this little hell raiser."

"Hey!" Mokuba protested.

Solomon came over then, drawing Tristan's mother away, wanting to introduce her to the minister, who was an old friend of his.

Waiting until the woman was out of earshot, Seto turned to his brother. "I'm not serious, Mokuba. I just thought Bakura and Joey would enjoy having some time together. I didn't want to upset Tristan's mother."

"Where have you been staying anyway, Tomb Robber?" Yami asked.

Bakura shrugged. "Here and there."

"What he means is he's been sneaking in through my bedroom window after my dad goes to bed." Joey said.

Yugi snickered. "Has your dad asked why you've been screaming in your sleep?"

Joey rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Yugi."

"We'd love to stay." Bakura said. "If Joey would just get off his ass and find an apartment…"

"I can't find one I can afford." Joey said.

Seto's driver came up to them. "The limo is ready whenever you are, sir."

"Thanks, Douglas." Seto turned to Tristan. "Want to head out?"

Tristan smiled, taking Seto's hand. "Absolutely."

Seto leaned down and kissed Kendra on the cheek. "Thanks, hun." He turned to his brother. "Be good while we're gone."

"I will."

They said their goodbyes and headed for the garage. When they got there, they were stopped by Tristan's mother.

"Tristan." She reached out and grasped her son by the arm.

"Mom?" Tristan raised an eyebrow.

"I'm proud of you." She reached up and kissed him, putting her arms around him and hugging him hard.

Tristan felt tears come to his eyes as he hugged her back. "Thanks, Mom."

Mrs. Taylor turned to Seto. "You may not be the spouse I envisioned for Tristan, but I don't doubt that you love him."

"Thank you for being here." Seto replied and then, to her shock, put his arms around her, bending to kiss her cheek and whispering in her ear. "It meant a lot to both of us."

Seto released her, turning toward the waiting limo and climbing in. Tristan smiled at his mother and then entered the vehicle with his husband.

Mrs. Taylor watched as the long, black car pulled away, tears flowing down her face.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto looked out the window as the limo pulled away. "She's crying."

"I know." Tristan took Seto's hand and laid his head against his shoulder. "She's happy for us, but she's still having a hard time with the fact that I married another man. She's got it in her head that she'll never have grandkids now."

"Is that something you want, love?"

Tristan shrugged. "I don't know. Not now anyway. We have Mokuba to worry about."

"True." Seto pulled back so Tristan would look up at him. "But if it's something you DO want...I want you to be happy."

"I am." Tristan reached up and drew Seto's head down until their lips just met. "I never dreamed I could be so happy."

Seto shivered at the feeling of Tristan's lips brushing against his own as he spoke. His hands moved to caress Tristan's chest as the pressure increased, opening his mouth to let the other in.

The kiss went on forever, until Tristan pushed away with a ragged moan.

"Gods...stop." He gasped. "Stop or I'm going to end up taking you right here."

"So?" Seto reached for him.

"No, amante." Tristan stopped him with a shake of his head. "Not here. Not like this."

"It's not like we haven't done it here before."

Tristan drew Seto against him, kissing him softly. "I want to wait. It's our wedding night, amante. I want to take my time." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I want to make love to you slowly. I want to hear you moan with pleasure. I want you to beg me to take you...and scream my name when I finally do."

"Tristan," Seto groaned. "That is NOT conductive to making me wait!!"

Tristan glanced out the window, noticing they were still in the city. "How long is it going to take us to get there?"

"About forty-five minutes."

"Well then," Tristan pushed Seto down on the seat. "That should give me enough time to take the edge off for you."

"Only if I get to return the favor." Seto grinned wickedly.

"Deal." Tristan came down on top of Seto, kissing him hard and grinding their hips together.

Seto moaned into the kiss and bucked beneath him, seeking more contact. Tristan moved down, settling himself between the other's spread legs and rubbing his hand against the bulge in Seto's pants.

"Are you sure you want this now?" Tristan teased.

"Gods, yes!"

"You're absolutely sure?"

"Tristan..." Seto growled warningly.

Tristan laughed, unbuttoning Seto's pants and pulling down the zipper. He moved the material out of his way, revealing his lover's hardened length. He smoothed his tongue over the tip, his low moan drowned out by Seto's cry of pleasure. He took him into his mouth, pinning Seto's hips down with his hands as he tried to thrust up.

"Baby...please." Seto whimpered. "Do it."

Tristan drew on the throbbing flesh, taking him deeper and swallowing around him. Seto writhed beneath him, moaning loudly and begging for more.

Tristan felt a serious stab of arousal shoot through him and he fought against the urge to rip Seto's clothes from his body and pound him into the leather seat.

Seto tensed suddenly, exploding into Tristan's mouth with a sharp gasp. Tristan stayed where he was until he had received every drop of his lover's release and then moved back up to claim his lips again.

The second those lips parted, Tristan allowed the salty fluid to trickle into Seto's mouth, following it with his tongue. Seto groaned weakly, his tongue tangling with Tristan's until he had to break away for air.

"I love the way you taste, amante." Tristan whispered.

Seto grinned up at him. "Now it's my turn to see how you taste."

Tristan lifted himself off Seto, shifting to sit back against the side of the car, one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor.

Seto sat up and fixed his pants before moving to lie on his stomach. He quickly undid Tristan's pants, yanking them down enough to free his arousal. He lowered his head and began licking along the other's length, pausing to press his tongue against the weeping slit.

Tristan moaned softly, reaching out to run his fingers through the other's soft hair. "Seto...feels so good."

Seto held Tristan's eyes as he wrapped his lips around the head of his lover's arousal and sucked hard. Tristan growled, fingers tangling in Seto's hair as he thrust up, burying himself in the hot cavity surrounding him. Seto quickly pulled back to keep from choking, shooting Tristan an admonishing look before returning to his work.

"Sorry, amante." Tristan said softly. "Couldn't help it."

Seto's hum of acknowledgement tore another growl and an "oh, gods!" from Tristan as he tried desperately not to thrust up again.

The second he felt Seto swallow around his length, he lost control, climaxing so violently that some of it escaped Seto's mouth to run down his chin. When he lifted his head, Tristan reached for him, drawing him up and licking the viscous trail from his face.

They kissed again, slowly and deeply, until Seto pulled back, laying his head against Tristan's chest and settling into his arms.

They lay quietly, almost falling asleep, until the driver's voice roused them, telling them they had reached their destination. They quickly made themselves presentable, exiting the vehicle when Douglas opened the door for them. They entered the resort where they would be staying for the next three nights hand in hand, the driver following with their bags.

"Mr. Kaiba! Mr. Taylor!" The resort's owner approached them. "Welcome!" The man signaled to another to take their bags from Douglas and take them upstairs. "The entire resort is yours for the duration of your stay, just as you requested, Mr. Kaiba. And may I say it's a pleasure to have you and your spouse with us."

Tristan rolled his eyes at the man's obvious ass kissing. It was one thing he swore he'd never get used to.

Seeing it, the man cut short his speech. "Will you be requiring dinner right away?"

"We'll let you know when we do." Seto replied, meeting Tristan's eyes, his sapphire gaze communicating a hunger of a different sort. "We'd like to settle in first."

"Of course you would!" The man gushed. "How foolish of me! I will escort you to your suite myself."

Seto turned to his driver, giving him his instructions as to when to pick them up and dismissing him. Then, still holding Tristan's hand, followed the establishment's owner up the wide, sweeping staircase.

Reaching the room, the man threw open the double door with a rather dramatic flare, totally missing the amused grins on the two brunet's faces. He preceded them inside, already talking.

"You will find your luggage already in the bedroom." He gestured to the huge wall of darkened windows facing them. "There is a beautiful view of the lake and the balcony stairs lead down to the lakeshore. There is a small boat..."

Seto cleared his throat, halting the long-winded man mid-stride.

"Is there anything I can get you?" He inquired solicitously.

"A little privacy would be nice." Tristan said blandly, not even looking at the man as he pulled Seto flush against him, reaching up to caress his face.

"Yes, sir. Of course, sir." The man backed from the room, all but bowing and scraping, pulling the doors shut behind him.

"You're terrible." Seto smirked. "Very well done."

"You've taught me well." Tristan smiled back. "Now, if my memory serves me correctly, I'm supposed to carry you into the bedroom."

"That's the bride, you pain, not the OTHER groom. And besides...HEY!" Seto suddenly found himself thrown over Tristan's shoulder. "Put me down!"

Tristan ignored him, of course, and walked into the bedroom, unceremoniously dumping Seto onto the bed.

"Caveman." Seto snickered. "Gonna hit me over the head with a club next?"

"I've got better ways to knock you unconscious." Tristan retorted, dropping down next to him.

Seto sat up and, with a wicked grin, Tristan grabbed the shoulders of his jacket, yanking them down and immobilizing his arms. He then proceeded to tear open Seto's shirt, sending the buttons flying, and leaned forward to capture a nipple between his lips.

"That was a brand new shirt!" Seto protested, biting back a moan.

"Buy a new one, rich boy." Tristan moved up to lick at Seto's neck. "Besides, it was in my way."

Seto managed to struggle out of his jacket, grabbing Tristan by the collar. "I think we're both a little overdressed, don't you?"

"Most definitely." Tristan rose from the bed, going over to their bags and opening one, taking out a bottle of almond oil.

Half the bottle and well over an hour later, they lay together, glistening bodies entwined, still just kissing and caressing each other.

Tristan had carefully managed their passion, backing off when either of them got too close to the edge, skillfully driving them to the point of insanity.

"Tristan, I swear, if you don't take me now I'm going to kill you!" Seto snarled at him for the third time.

Tristan laughed and rolled over onto his back, pulling Seto on top of him. He had already prepared him and the look of wild desperation in his eyes told him he was more than ready.

"Ride me then, amante." He said, eyes blazing hazel fire.

Seto quickly straddled him and plunged down, screaming at the contact. Tristan's hands close over Seto's slim hips and he thrust up into him, striking his prostate. Seto whimpered, gripping onto Tristan's arms for support as he crashed down on him again.

It wasn't long before Seto found himself on the brink. "Close...Tristan...I'm so close..."

"Do it, amante...come." Tristan demanded. "I want to see you come...I want to feel it."

"Oh, gods." Seto groaned as his body began to spasm.

"That's it, amante." Tristan encouraged him. "Come on."

Seto's body went rigid and he threw his head back, screaming his lover's name as he climaxed. Tristan moaned deeply as Seto's release hit him in the chest and he fought against his own orgasm, not wanting to give in yet.

Blue eyes opened slowly and he found Tristan staring at him intently.

"Gods, you're so beautiful." Tristan whispered, sounding awed.

"You didn't come." Seto shivered, becoming aware of the fact that Tristan was still hard, throbbing inside him.

"I'm not done with you yet." Tristan's voice was as intense as his eyes as he lifted Seto off him.

Seto moved to lay by his side, bending his head to lick Tristan's chest free of the fluid covering it. Tristan growled and pushed Seto over onto his back, lying on top of him and pinning him to the bed. He bit down on Seto's neck as he tangled a hand in the silky, brown hair.

"Tristan...yes." Seto hissed as the slight pain stirred the beginnings of desire. "Mark me."

Tristan shuddered hard, hearing the other's request. It had been a long time since he left his mark on Seto. He sucked strongly on the pale flesh, feeling Seto wrap his legs around his waist. He pulled back and seeing the mark, blood red against Seto's creamy skin, a bolt of pure lust tore through his gut and he slammed into his lover's waiting body with a deep groan.

"Oh, baby, yes!" Seto sobbed as Tristan immediately began to pound into him, rapidly bringing him to the edge again. "Please...harder."

Tristan complied, the fingers of his free hand enclosing his lover's renewed erection. He stroked him hard, his thrusts pressing the other into the mattress, and pulled his head up, taking his lips in a vicious kiss.

Seto moaned against Tristan's lips as he pushed up to meet him. He felt like he was going to shatter into a million pieces if he didn't reach the release that hovered just beyond his grasp.

Tristan pulled from Seto's lips with a growl, pistioning him deeper. "Come for me, Seto. Come for me now."

"Tristan..." Seto whimpered as his passion burst, sending his release leaking over Tristan's hand and onto his stomach.

Tristan erupted deep inside his lover's body with a cry that was half pleasure, half relief. He collapsed on top of Seto with a small sob, burying his face in the taller brunet's neck. Seto's arms came around Tristan and he held onto him with the last of his waning strength.

"I love you, Tristan." Seto whispered as exhaustion claimed him.

"Ti amo, amante." Tristan managed to reply before following his lover into unconsciousness.

~*~*~*~*~

Tony looked at the photograph, feeling rage welling up inside him.

"Are you sure?" He looked at the man sitting next to him.

"Yes." Pegasus lifted his wineglass to his lips.

"Tell me where I can find him." Tony's voice was low and deadly.

"First there's someone I want you to meet." The silver haired man rose from the couch and crossed the room, opening the door.

He called out into the hall and then stepped back to allow another man to enter. The man was about as tall as Pegasus, his broad shoulders straining the seams of his leather jacket. He looked like the star of a cliché biker movie and there was a dangerous air about him.

Pegasus led him over to Tony, a pleased smile on his face. "This is Aaron. He's one of my most prized employees. He's the perfect man to help you."

"I don't need help." Tony's eyes narrowed. "I'm going to kill him myself."

"So impersonal, death." Pegasus said. "Besides, Bakura is dangerous. Much more dangerous than you realize."

"I don't care."

"Don't be foolish, dear boy. Besides, why kill him quickly when you can make him suffer first?" Pegasus turned to Aaron, reaching out to run a finger down his face. "And Aaron is VERY good at making people suffer. Aren't you my delicious little sadist?"

"Yes, sir." Aaron grinned evilly.

Pegasus smiled affectionately at Aaron and then turned back to Tony. "Your revenge will be so much sweeter if you make him suffer by hurting the ones he loves first."

A smile spread slowly across Tony's lips. "You're diabolical, Max."

"I am, aren't I?"

"Start with him then." Tony held up the picture, indicating the other person. "Let's see how Bakura likes being without the one he loves the most."

~*~*~*~*~

Joey looked up with a smile as Bakura entered the bedroom.

"This was all I could find." Bakura said, placing a bottle of almond oil on the bedside table.

"I think that's pretty much all they use." Joey replied. "I hope no one saw you breaking into their bedroom."

"Please, ana sabi," Bakura began to remove his clothes. "Don't insult me."

Joey snickered. "Sorry. I didn't know you were so sensitive about your...skills."

"You've never complained about my skills." Bakura retorted as the last of his clothes hit the floor.

He stood next to the bed, looking down at his lover. Joey lay naked against the pristine white sheets, his skin seeming more golden against the pale linen. At times it seemed to Bakura that the gods had had sent Joey to earth for the specific purpose of teaching him how to love. The blond gave it to him in abundance, wanting nothing in return but that Bakura love him back; something the pale spirit couldn't NOT do, even if his afterlife depended on it.

Bakura was grateful to Seto for this opportunity to be alone with Joey. The last few weeks had been difficult for both of them, having no place to really be alone. It had been filled with stolen moments and quick, furtive couplings where it was necessary to hold back their full passion for fear of waking Joey's father from his drunken stupor.

The worst for Joey was waking up in the mornings alone, knowing that Bakura had left him so that should the elder Wheeler wake early, he wouldn't find them together. As far as Joey's father knew, they were just friends and Joey wanted to keep it that way. He didn't know how his father would react and he didn't want to find out.

"Never let it be said that I don't appreciate your skills, love." Joey said, moving to the edge of the bed and propping himself up on one elbow.

His other arm snaked around Bakura's legs and he pulled him close, bending his head to take him into his mouth.

Bakura moaned softly, burying his hands in Joey's hair. It was amazing how far Joey had come from the shy, blushing lover he had been just a few months ago.

"Stop." Bakura gasped, pulling Joey back.

Joey moved over on the bed so Bakura could lie down, laying his head on the pale man's chest and pressing close as soon as he did. "Gods, it feels good to be able to lie here with you...not having to worry that someone's going to walk in on us." A small contented sigh escaped the blond. "I can't wait to wake up next to you in the morning."

"I'm only trying to protect you, ana sabi." Bakura replied quietly, combing his fingers through Joey's hair.

Joey lifted his head. "I know. And I love you for it."

Bakura rolled Joey over onto his back and took possession of his lips. It was long and hard and deep, making Joey moan and squirm beneath him.

"Bakura...I want you." Joey said when it ended. "I-I want...I want you to make love to me. I want to be with you...wake up next to you. Not just for the next few days. Every day. I want it. I need it, Bakura."

Bakura looked down into tear-filled amber eyes. "I know, Joey. I want it too."

"I love you, Bakura." Joey pulled his lover down again, kissing him desperately.

Bakura responded with equal passion, finally leaving the kiss-swollen lips to travel across Joey's face and down his neck to his chest. He kept moving down, pressing small kisses to the blond's quivering flesh, until he could take his love's erection between his lips.

"Bakura!" Joey cried out as he felt the wet heat enclose his pulsing member. "Oh, gods!"

Bakura took him deep, his long, white hair falling over his shoulders to caress Joey's thighs. He sucked hard for a few moments and then pulled back to encircle the tip with his tongue, groaning at the taste.

"Please, love," Joey begged. "Take me...please!"

Bakura released him, looking up questioningly. "Now?"

"Now!" Joey's tone was desperate. "I know it's been forever since we could take our time but...I need you inside me. Please, Bakura!"

There was no way he could say no to those pleading, honey eyes. He rose to his knees and reached toward the bedside table. Joey grabbed the bottle of oil, handing it to Bakura and then laying back, anticipation quickening his breath.

Bakura opened it and poured some into his hand, leaning over Joey to replace it. He rubbed his hands together and reached down, sliding a finger into his lover's body and wrapping his other oil-slick hand around the blond's arousal, stroking him gently.

Joey whimpered and thrust up, feeling Bakura slip another finger into him. "Gods! Hurry!"

"Patience, ana sabi." Bakura said softly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I need you! I need you!" Joey sobbed, writhing.

Bakura's breath caught at the sight and for a moment he forgot what he was doing. Gathering his rapidly departing wits, he finished preparing his lover and removed his fingers from the trembling body.

Joey immediately wrapped his legs around Bakura's waist and reached for him. Bakura pressed into the blond, seating himself to the hilt before allowing Joey to draw him into a heated kiss.

"I love you, Joey." Bakura whispered against the other's lips.

"Bakura..." Joey moaned, arching against him.

Bakura pulled back and began to move on his lover, drawing deep, shuddering sobs from him with every thrust. Joey looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, lost in a haze of pure pleasure. He cried out as Bakura struck his prostate, his whole body jerking.

"Oh, gods...do it again!" He pleaded.

A small grin crept across Bakura face as he halted his movements, waiting to capture Joey's attention. Joey opened his mouth to protest, giving the white haired man the signal he was looking for. He slammed into the blond rapidly; repeatedly hitting that one spot he knew would drive Joey wild.

Joey screamed, digging his nails into Bakura's shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Bakura groaned and began to pound harder into the hot body beneath him.

"Please, Bakura! Please!" Joey's back arched off the bed as he struggled toward his release.

Bakura took the blond's arousal into his hand again, pumping him hard in time to his thrusts. A low growl escaped him as Joey convulsed, screaming again as he climaxed. Feeling the other's inner muscles contracting around him, Bakura lost control, releasing the evidence of his passion deep inside his lover's body.

He fell forward, collapsing onto Joey's chest with a moan, feeling strong arms go around him. "Joey...ana sabi...sweet Isis, I love you so much."

"I love you, Bakura." Joey weakly lifted his head to kiss the top of Bakura's. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Bakura pushed himself up, withdrawing and moving to lie by Joey's side. Joey pulled the covers up over them and cuddled close as he was taken into his white haired lover's arms.

"I want to be with you forever, love." Joey said, laying his head on Bakura's chest.

"Forever. Nothing and no one will ever part us, Joey." Bakura held him close, reveling in that warm, fulfilled feeling he got whenever he was with Joey. "I promise."

~*~*~*~*~

Bakura: No way! No WAY someone's putting their hands on Joey!

Joey: Yeah! Why me?

Tris: Better you than me. I've had enough in this series and I want out!

YD: Shut it, bi-polar boy.

Seto: *snicker* Bi-polar boy. I like that.

Tris: Bite me, Seto.

DD: Be good or no more lemons for ANY of you!

Guys: We'll be good!!

DD: Please review. It looks like Kennie will be having her ultrasound in the next chappie.