Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dead End Street ❯ chapter5 ( Chapter 6 )

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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YD: You do realize we are in TOTAL shit for this chapter.

DD: *shrug* What else is new?

Tris: What have you done THIS time?

YD: As if I'd answer that question.

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A warm breeze stirred the waters of the lake, sending the reflected light of the moon flickering across the surface. A pile of hastily shed clothes rest on the shore, marking the spot where two bodies lay intertwined.

"Lei sono il mio mondo, mio tutto. Non ero niente prima di lei...mio bel marito, la mia ragione per l'essere." Tristan whispered, stroking his fingers through Seto's hair. "L'amore di marca a me, amante." (Translation: You are my world, my everything. I was nothing before you…my beautiful husband, my reason for being. Make love to me, lover.)

Seto shivered, looking down at the man lying beneath him. He had learned enough Italian to understand what Tristan had said. And he loved it when his husband spoke in the foreign language.

It was their last night here…and they had barely left each other's arms the entire time. They had made love almost continually, each time more emotionally intense, more soul-searing than the last.

"I love you." Seto replied softly, leaning down to press their lips together tenderly.

Tristan's lips parted under the onslaught and he moaned softly. His fingers caressed Seto's bare back and he shifted underneath him. The taller brunet's skin was hot, seeming to burn against his own. He could feel the need building in his body, the need to feel his tall husband buried deep inside him, filling him, loving him.

He broke from Seto's lips with a gasp, tilting his head back. "Amante…"

"Tristan…baby…so hot…" Seto began kissing Tristan's neck, licking and biting at the taut flesh. "So hot…and beautiful…gods, I love you."

"Mmmm…" Tristan purred as Seto began sucking on his collarbone. "Seto…ti amo."

Tristan buried his hands in Seto's hair, arching up and moaning as his lover's lips closed over a nipple, gently sucking. He began to tremble as his husband continued his worship of his body.

Feeling it, Seto moved back up from where he was currently pressing small, hot kisses across Tristan's stomach. He leaned down and kissed the scar on Tristan's shoulder, and felt the body under his tense.

"What's wrong, love?" Seto lifted his head, looking into Tristan's eyes.

"Just…don't." Tristan whispered. "Don't do that."

Seto frowned, confused. It had never bothered Tristan when he had done that before. Then it struck him. The day after tomorrow would mark one year since Brad had raped him.

"I'm sorry." Seto kissed Tristan softly. "Do you want me to stop?"

Tristan shook his head. "No. Just, please…don't touch me there."

"Okay, baby. But if you want me to stop, tell me and I will."

"I'm sorry, amante." Tristan bit his lip. "I didn't want to go all sensitive on you. It's just…"

"Hush." Seto kissed him again, putting a stop to the unneeded apology. "I understand. It's alright."

Tristan pulled Seto down and kissed him, parting his lips and immediately giving up dominance of it to the other. He whimpered as Seto's tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him.

/This is Seto…my husband…my lover. He would never hurt me the way Brad did. Seto loves me. Damn you, Brad. I thought I was over what you did to me. Why have the memories of that night been coming back to haunt me? Why do I keep having nightmares about it? I'm sick of letting you control me from the grave./

Seto pulled back and looked at Tristan, aware on some level of the thoughts running through his mind. Tristan reached for his hand, placing it against his face and rubbing his cheek against Seto's palm. Seto smiled at him and stroked his face gently.

"Love me, amante." Tristan whispered. "Please. I need you."

Seto searched his lover's eyes for a long moment before moving off him and reaching for their clothes. He pulled a tube of lubricant out from amongst the pile and turned back to Tristan.

He began his leisurely exploration of the other's body again, taking his time, working to make the man beneath him writhe. He opened the tube in his hand, squeezing some of the contents onto his fingers even as he took Tristan's arousal between his lips. Tristan's cry of pleasure faded to a deep moan as Seto slipped two slick fingers into him.

"Oh, gods. Amante…yes…" Tristan thrust against the intrusion, wanting more.

Seto slid a third finger into him, wondering how much longer he could hold on. He wanted to be inside his lover. Hear him moan his name, feel him writhe with pleasure.

"Seto…" Tristan shuddered hard as the taller man's fingers brushed against his prostate. "Please…take me."

Seto removed his fingers, releasing his husband's erection and moving up. He felt Tristan wrap his legs around his waist and he pressed home, not stopping until he was fully embedded inside the other brunet.

Tristan pulled Seto close, fusing their lips together and thrusting up against him. Seto responded by pulling himself almost completely from Tristan's body and then driving quickly back in, moaning as Tristan's fingers dug into his back.

They were soon moving together franticly, their motions punctuated by soft moans and quick, desperate kisses. Tristan could feel his release coiling in the pit of his stomach and he was suddenly desperate to get there, desperate to feel Seto fill him with his passion. Desperate to submit to this man that had given him everything that meant something to him.

Seto could feel it and he drew back, looking down at the one he loved above all else. He could see it in Tristan's eyes, feel it in the trembling of his body. It was something that Tristan had done only a handful of times. Complete submission didn't come easily to him and Seto knew it was an indication of his lover's complete trust in him. "Give yourself to me, Tristan."

"I want to." Tristan clung to his husband. "Oh, gods, amante…I want to!"

"Don't hold back from me, baby." Seto said, thrusting deeper. "Give in to me."

"Yes…Seto…amante, don't stop!" Tristan's body began to convulse as his climax reached out to claim him. "Now! Seto…now!"

"Tristan…" Seto moaned as he felt his lover release between them. He thrust harder, moaning again as Tristan's inner muscles tightened around him. He let go, collapsing on top of Tristan, his body twitching with the last waves of his orgasm. "Oh, gods."

"Ti amo, amante." Tristan whispered into Seto's sweat-soaked hair.

Seto sighed in contentment as Tristan's arms came around him. "Never stop loving me, Tristan."

"Non mai. Il mio cuore, la mia anima, il mio corpo. ..they appartiene a lei per sempre, il mio amore." (Translation: Never. My heart, my soul, my body...they belong to you forever, my love.)

"I love you, baby." Seto smiled, nuzzling against Tristan's neck. "I never imagined someone could love me much as you do."

Tristan turned his head, grasping Seto's chin in his fingers and tilting his face up. "How could I not love you? You've stayed by my side through everything. Even when I tried to push you away. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Seto's mouth closed over Tristan's in a deep kiss, letting his lips give his reply.

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They were barely through the door when Mokuba was on them, full of hugs and kisses and news of what had happened while they were gone.

"The workers started on Kendra and Ryou's apartment yesterday." Mokuba said, holding Tristan's hand as they made their way to the den. "They got both walls up already, but they need to know if you want locks on both sides of the doors."

"I'll speak to them." Seto replied, sitting down and holding his arms out to his little brother. "Did you miss us?"

"Yes!" Mokuba threw himself at Seto, hugging him. "It was nice having Joey and Bakura here, but they mostly kept to themselves."

"Bakura didn't corrupt you while we were away, did he?" Tristan asked, dropping down on the couch with them.

Mokuba laughed and climbed off Seto, sitting between the two brunets. "No."

"He must have been having an off couple of days." Seto remarked dryly.

The door to the den opened and Kendra walked in, a huge smile on her face. "You're home!"

"Hey, Kennie." Seto stood and went to her, bending to kiss her cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Great." Kendra looked up at Seto and smirked. "Nice necklace you've got there."

Seto rolled his eyes. "Blame Tristan."

Mokuba looked at the line of hickeys decorating his brother's neck. "That's a least a week's worth of turtlenecks."

Tristan laughed and pulled Mokuba into his lap so Kendra could sit down with them. "I didn't hear any complaints."

"Go you!" Kendra grinned at Tristan as she sat down.

Seto sat next to her, rolling his eyes again. "Did you get an appointment for your ultrasound?"

"I wanted to talk to you about that, actually." Kendra said. "I talked to Dr. Cray yesterday and he was able to get me an appointment for tomorrow. If I don't take it I'll have to wait a month or more."

"So what's the problem?" Seto asked.

"Ryou can't come. It's at two o'clock and he has an exam. I was wondering if you guys wanted to come with me."

"Gods, I'd love to." Tristan looked disappointed. "But I've got Mokuba's basketball game to coach."

Seto smiled. "Of course I'll come."

Kendra grinned wickedly. "And don't worry, I won't be naked or anything."

"Very funny, Kennie."

Tristan laughed at the slight blush that crept across Seto's cheeks. "Just don't ask him to go into the delivery room with you."

"That's it. I'm leaving." Seto stood, heading for the door. "I had better go make sure Kaiba Corp. didn't get hauled into bankruptcy in my absence."

"Sure, amante." Tristan snickered. "You go do that."

Seto left the room, grumbling to himself about how underappreciated he was.

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Seto leaned out of the car window, giving Tristan a kiss goodbye. "Tell the boys I said good luck."

"I will." Tristan looked over at Kendra, who was sitting in the passenger seat. "See you at supper, hun."

"We'll be home before you guys are." Seto said, starting up the car. "Love you."

"Love you too." Tristan dropped another quick kiss on his husband's lips and headed back into the mansion.

"Excited?" Seto asked Kendra as they pulled through the gates.

"Yes." Kendra's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Thanks for coming with me."

"Thanks for asking me." Seto reached over and squeezed her hand. "Tristan made the comment to me last night that this is the closest we'll ever come to actually being fathers. It means a lot to us that you're sharing this with us, Kennie."

"Do you think you'll ever adopt?" She asked, curious.

Seto shrugged. "I don't know. Tristan's more concerned with Mokuba right now. I agree with him. We want to see him grown up and happy before we think about kids of our own. There's plenty of time."

"Well," Kendra pet her stomach. "This little guy's certainly lucky to have such a great bunch of uncles."

Seto squeezed her hand again. "We're the lucky ones."

The rest of the way to the hospital, Seto described to Kendra what they were doing at the mansion to make an apartment for her and Ryou.

Kendra tried to protest, but Seto cut her off, explaining the reasoning behind Tristan's idea and telling her she had to learn to stop arguing with him.

She acquiesced gracefully, trying to hide her tears as she leaned over and kissed Seto's cheek, thanking him.

"Kennie, you're my best friend." Seto said as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. "I love you. I enjoy doing these things for you."

The tears escaped Kendra's eyes and it was all she could do to wait until Seto parked the car before throwing her arms around him. "I love you too, Seto. Thank you. Everything you've done...it means so much to me."

"I've said it before, Kennie. I'd do anything for you."

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Aaron stood, leaning against a tree in the park, watching his target. He licked his lips, anticipation making the blood pound in his skull.

Master Pegasus had taken him aside this morning, away from the ears of his Italian lover, and told him what to do. He could do whatever he wanted to the blond, so long as his friends knew what it all was about. And if the blond died in the process, so much the better. It would only make his master's enemies suffer more.

And they deserved to suffer.

They needed to suffer for making his master hurt. That Bakura could maim his master…that the other chose not to be with him…it made no sense. Aaron loved his master and couldn't understand why these people would hurt such a good man.

His eyes narrowed as he watched the blond remove his shirt, using the earth-stained material to wipe the sweat from his face. His target was definitely pretty…with a body he would enjoy before he completed the task Master Pegasus had given him.

His master would be very proud of him.

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Seto looked at the monitor, staring at the image of the tiny scrap of humanity.

"Oh, wow." Kendra smiled. "I can't believe it. It makes it seem so much more real now, doesn't it, Seto?"

Seto just nodded, speechless.

"Would you and your husband like to know the sex of the child?" The technician asked.

Kendra snickered. "He's not my husband. He's a friend."

Seto rolled his eyes. "Can you tell?"

"Of course." The woman said. She pressed hard on Kendra's stomach. "If I can just get the little tyke to turn around…"

Kendra reached for Seto's hand, smiling at the look on his face. The CEO's head was tilted to the side and he was biting his lip. He was frowning, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the screen.

"Looking for something?" Kendra grinned.

"Stop." Seto blushed slightly.

"Hmm…" The technician cocked her head. "If I can't get the little peanut to uncross those legs, we'll never find out."

Kendra winced as the woman dug the paddle to the ultrasound deep into her skin. "Ouch!"

"Sorry, honey."

The door opened then and Dr. Cray walked in. He stopped when he saw Seto and smiled. "Hello, Seto. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Kennie asked me to come." The brunet replied.

"Tristan's not with you? I thought he'd want to be here."

Seto shook his head. "He couldn't. He wanted to, but he had Mokuba's basketball game."

"I see." Dr. Cray turned to the technician, who was listening with apparent interest. "How are things here?"

"Going fine." She replied. "We're just trying to find out the sex."

"Doesn't look like you're having much luck." Dr. Cray smiled at Kendra. "Do you really want to know?"

"Not if she has to dig into me like that to find out." The expectant mother replied tersely.

"Let me see." The doctor took the paddle, running it over Kendra's stomach. "He doesn't seem to want to let us know." He said after a few minutes.

"It's okay." Kendra said. "I've got a feeling it's a boy. Besides…if this goes on much longer, my bladder's going to burst."

Dr. Cray laughed. "Well, if you need another one, we can try again then."

"Dr. Cray?" Kendra took the tissue offered by the technician and wiped the gel off her stomach. "How far along does it look like I am? Tristan's mother said I looked bigger than four months."

"I think we may have miscalculated your dates…by a long shot." Dr. Cray said. "I'd put you closer to six months."

"Six months?!" Kendra was shocked.

"Judging from the size of your squirt, yes." Dr. Cray smiled.

"But that would mean that…"

Seto cleared his throat, his eyes on the technician. "Perhaps we can discuss this later."

Dr. Cray raised an eyebrow. "Of course. Come to my office tomorrow, Kendra."

"Thanks, Dr. Cray." Kendra replied.

Seto exited the room with the doctor, telling Kendra he'd meet her in the waiting room once she changed. As soon as Kendra left the room, the technician went to the phone, a huge smile on her face and connected to an outside line.

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"That was a really good movie, Joey." Yugi smiled up at his taller friend as they left the theater.

"It was okay." Joey shrugged. "Not enough action."

Yugi elbowed Joey in the ribs. "I think Bakura's bloodlust is rubbing off on you."

"Very funny." Joey rolled his eyes. "It was nice going out though…just the two of us."

"Yeah. We haven't done this in ages. I just hope Yami and Bakura haven't killed each other."

Joey laughed. "I threatened to cut Bakura off if he even thought about it."

"If anything would keep him in line, that would." The diminutive one snickered.

"Let's cut through the alley." Joey said, indicating the darkened passage between two buildings.

"I don't know, Joey…"

"Oh, come on." The blond pushed at his friend playfully. "I'll protect you from the big, bad rats."

"It's not the rats I'm scared of." Yugi muttered, giving in.

The light from the street quickly left them as the alleyway narrowed. Joey squinted, sure he'd seen movement just ahead, but didn't say anything. He knew this alley like the back of his hand, and those who plied their trade here knew enough to leave him alone.

"Joey…" Yugi grabbed the blond's arm as the distinct form of a man blocked their way.

Before Joey could react, the man was on them, backhanding Yugi across the face and sending him flying against a dumpster.

"YUGI!" Joey yelled, seeing the other crash to the ground where he lay, unmoving.

He was suddenly grabbed by the shirt and hauled close to their attacker. He couldn't make out the man's face…he only knew that he was in SERIOUS trouble. He was pushed against the wall, pinned by the man's body.

Joey struggled, fighting to get enough of a purchase to push his opponent off him. "Let go, you son of a bitch!"

"Too pretty to have such language coming out of your mouth." The man said, pressing himself tightly against the blond.

Joey swallowed hard, feeling a hot bulge press against his hip. "What do you want?"

The sharp edge of a knife glittered in what little light made it into the alley. "So pretty."

Joey tensed as he felt the point of the blade scrape across his cheek. A thin trickle of blood coursed down his face and his assailant leaned forward, licking it away.

"You taste as good as you look." An insane giggle echoed in the narrow passageway.

Joey yelped as he was thrown down on his back and the man straddled his hips. The hem of his tee shirt was lifted and the edge of the blade placed beneath it, slicing upward. The point nicked Joey's chin, causing more blood to flow.

An involuntary shiver passed through the blond's body as the severed material was parted, exposing his upper body to the cool night air. He whimpered as he felt the point of the knife on his skin again; leaving small, shallow cuts on the lightly tanned flesh of his chest and stomach.

He wanted to fight back, struggle, but he was paralyzed with fear. He knew what this man was going to do to him, but he didn't have the courage to stop him.

Joey turned his head to the side, seeing Yugi stir. Dazed amethyst eyes fluttered open, meeting terrified amber.

Yugi opened his mouth to scream, but Joey shook his head minutely, his eyes begging for the smaller man to run. Yugi bit his lip, unsure.

"Please, Yugi." Joey mouthed at him. "Run."

Yugi scrambled up noiselessly and darted out of the alley, not attracting the attention of the man who was too lost in what he was doing to notice the departure of his smaller victim.

Joey felt his attacker lift himself and a hot tongue trace the path of the knife downwards to the waistband of his jeans. Feeling large hands undo the button and zipper, a whimper escaped him, despite his best efforts not to make a sound.

The man kneeled between his legs and Joey felt the sharp bite of steel scratching his stomach in a less random pattern than before.

Another giggle was heard. "My master said once I was done I could play. Do you want to play, pretty boy?"

Joey's attention was once again caught by the sensation of blood running down his skin. The thick liquid pooled in the patch of red/blond hair that showed above the rim of his boxers. He felt the material being tugged down, allowing the small stream to trail further.

"Sweet…you smell sweet. Pretty little boy."

"No…don't…" Joey whimpered as the man lowered his head and buried his face in the nest of soft hair, his tongue licking at the blood.

"Mmmm…pretty…"

Tears filled Joey's eyes and he took a deep breath. Yes, there was a knife pressed to his stomach, and yes, he was probably going to die for what he was about to do, but it was his only chance.

"BAKURA!!"

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Bakura: *growls*

DD: Eepp!! *hides behind YD*

Seto: You'd better hide. Your readers are going to kill you.

Joey: I'M gonna kill them!

Ryou: I've got dibs! They KNOW how much I hate cliffies!!

YD: Yes, well…be that as it may, it was good. Evil…but good.