Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Family By Choice ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Family By Choice

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Dragondreamer would own Seto.

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, take off already!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS YAOI (MALE/MALE SEX)! IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING, THEN LEAVE NOW!

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Joey's thoughts

{…} Seto's thoughts

[[…]]Yami's thought and mind link to Yugi

//…// Yugi's thoughts and mind link to Yami

{{…}} Otogi's thoughts

`yak, yak' Sadie's(AI) voice

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Tris: I thought you two weren't going to start this right away.

YD: It's Mokuba's fault.

Mokuba: What did I do?

DD: You'll see.

Lexi: Lexi wan pay Togi's hay-war.

YD: Don't worry, kiddo. You'll get plenty of chances to do that.

Lexi: TIPPIE!!

DD: Like all prologues, this one is setting up a few things. Please bear with us.

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Tristan bit back a yawn and leaned against Seto. As excited as he was to see Joey graduate, the speeches were boring.

They were all sitting in the third row, the two in front of them empty. As were the two behind them. Sometimes it really paid to have money.

Lexi had been running around, crawling in and out of laps, and she had finally settled down in Seto's arms. Well, sort of.

"Papa?" The little girl struggled to stand up in her uncle's lap. "Where Da-ee?"

"He's over there." Tristan pointed to the group of graduates waiting to be called to receive their diplomas.

"Ow tum Da-ee not sit wif us?"

"Because he has to sit over there."

"Hmf." Lexi pouted.

Seto grabbed her as she leaned over, looking down the isle past the rest of her family. "TOGI!"

Otogi leaned out from his spot at the end of the isle, smiling. He held out his arms and Lexi slipped from Seto's lap, running for him. Halfway up the isle, she tripped over Yami's legs. Bakura, sitting next to him, scooped her up before she could fall.

"Tank-too, Ba-ra."

Bakura buried his face in her neck and growled, making her arch her back and giggle. He pulled back and handed her to Ryou, who handed her to Otogi.

"How's my girl?" Otogi settled her into his lap.

"Dood." Lexi reached for his hair.

Otogi snickered and pulled it all over one shoulder. Lexi buried her face in it, grinning up at him.

Tristan watched his daughter cuddle up to the raven haired man with a smile. It had been four months since he and Joey had gotten married and Otogi had been gone for half of that.

Joey had missed him terribly. Every time Otogi would call, Joey's face would light up, and at the end of the conversation, he'd get quiet. He'd always cuddle up to Tristan when he got off the phone with Otogi, asking to be held.

Tristan understood how hard it was for Joey to be without the one person who understood him the most. He felt the same way whenever Seto was away from him for any period of time.

It was when Joey would get cravings that Tristan would see it the most. All he could do was hold him and listen to him. He hadn't been there and he couldn't understand the way Otogi did.

Two weeks before Otogi came home…the thing that brought him back, Tristan was sure…Joey had had a particularly bad time. The cravings were so bad it was all he could do to keep from giving in. He had shown up at Tristan's office, only to find his husband in a meeting. He had locked himself in Tristan's office and made Teddy promise not to let him leave until Tristan got there.

Tristan had found him pacing the room like a caged animal, shaking and sweating. Seto had shown up and they had held Joey between them for almost two hours. Joey had finally fallen asleep, his blond head resting against Seto's chest, and they had laid him down on the couch in Tristan's office and let him sleep. Tristan had to wake him when it was time to go home.

"You guys are staying tonight, right?" Seto asked, breaking Tristan from his thoughts.

Tristan nodded. "We wanted to have everyone over, but there's not enough room anymore. And I don't trust Bakura and Ryou sleeping on the couch."

"With good reason." Seto chuckled.

"We've been talking about moving." Tristan stretched his legs out in front of him, ignoring the man speaking on the dais. "Joey wants to get a place with a bigger backyard."

"You know, there's a place just a few houses down from mine for sale." Seto said. "The backyard is huge. You guys should take a look at it."

"Is it very big?"

"Five bedrooms, I think."

Tristan smiled. "Sure would be nice to be so close. I don't think Lexi would mind that."

Seto looked down the isle at where Lexi was currently half lost in Otogi's long hair. "Justin would love it."

Mokuba, sitting on Seto's other side, nudged his big brother. "I'm going over to Roger's when we're done here. I'll be home for dinner though."

"Have you got your phone?"

Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Yes, Seto."

Tristan raised an eyebrow. He had to wonder if Mokuba was really going to his friend's house, or if he was going to see his girlfriend. Everyone, except Seto, knew he had been seeing the same girl for a while now…though none of them had met her. The younger Kaiba had sworn the others to secrecy. He didn't want Seto knowing he was seeing someone from the "wrong" side of town.

"Finally." The relief in Seto's voice was evident as the dean of the university began calling the names of the graduates.

Luckily, it was a small class and soon enough, Joey's name was called.

He walked across the dais, smiling and flushed with pleasure, as his family burst into cheers. Lexi was sitting on Bakura's shoulders, squealing and waving. Joey accepted his diploma and stopped in front of his favorite professor, a middle-aged woman who was about half his height. Joey stooped and put his arms around her for a brief moment before moving on.

"YEAH! DA-EE!" Lexi yelled, gripping onto Bakura's hair.

Joey smiled and waved to his daughter.

Tristan had sat quietly watching as his husband received his diploma. To him it had less to do with Joey finishing his education than it did with how hard he had worked to get his life back. It was proof of Joey's strength.

They sat through another hour of speeches and even Justin was getting fidgety. Lexi had fallen asleep in Bakura's arms, sucking her thumb, her other hand wrapped in his hair.

They met Joey in the lobby of the auditorium. Yugi threw himself at Joey, squeezing him, until Tristan pushed him aside and put his arms around the blond.

"I'm proud of you, baby." Tristan said quietly, kissing his forehead.

Joey smiled and kissed him back. "Thanks, angel."

Bakura came over, holding Lexi. "This kid of yours sleeps heavier than you do."

Joey laughed and took the little girl from Bakura. She sighed and snuggled into her father's arms, burying her face in his hair.

"Hey, Otogi." Seto said. "Are you coming over?"

"Thanks, but I can't." Otogi came over to Joey, stroking Lexi's hair. "I have a date." Since he had come home, he had become extremely attached to the little girl, and she to him.

Joey looked at his raven-haired friend. "Anyone I know?"

Otogi shook his head, flushing slightly. "I gotta get going. Congratulations, Joey."

"Thanks, bud." Joey reached out with one arm and gave Otogi a squeeze.

"Is he still seeing that sales rep?" Tristan asked as they watched Otogi leave.

"No." Joey shook his head. "It's someone different."

"Gods," Ryou said. "That's the fifth guy in two months."

"Hey, Seto." Mokuba interrupted. "I'm going to head over to Roger's."

"Call a car." Seto replied.

"I brought my own car."

"Okay, just be back for dinner." Seto ruffled his brother's hair. "And call if you go somewhere else."

Mokuba scowled, moving out from under Seto's hand. "Yeah, whatever."

Seto frowned as Mokuba left the group. "What's gotten into him lately?"

"You're treating him like a little kid, pal." Tristan said. "He's almost eighteen. You treat him like he's twelve."

"No, I don't!"

Tristan rolled his eyes. Seto was refusing to see that Mokuba was growing up. No wonder Mokuba wanted to keep his girlfriend secret. Seto would never understand. Mokuba was just as mature as Seto had been at eighteen, but Seto didn't want to see it.

"Let's get out of here." Joey said. "I'm starved!"

"I need some aspirin." Seto said.

"I didn't do it." Tristan held up his hands.

The taller brunet laughed. "It was all those speeches. Gods, puppy, what I don't do for you."

Joey grinned. "Yeah, love you too…ya jerk."

~*~*~*~*~

Mokuba smiled at his friend as Roger handed him a bottle of beer and sat down next to him on the couch.

"Where's your mom?" Mokuba lifted the bottle to his lips. "And when did she let you start drinking?"

"She's at work." Roger grinned. "She always works late on Fridays. As for the beer…" He shrugged. "What she don't know won't hurt her."

"Mmm-hm." Mokuba raised an eyebrow.

A few beers were nothing to him. Seto didn't mind if he drank, so long as he was responsible about it. Well…Seto didn't mind him having the occasional beer or glass of wine at home, but he rarely knew if Mokuba had been drinking. The younger Kaiba was very careful to keep that from his brother.

Roger's mother was another matter. She had raised her only child by herself, sacrificing everything to make sure he had a decent life. She was extremely protective of him. But at least she didn't treat him like a little kid.

Mokuba looked at the other teen out of the corner of his eye as he drank from the bottle again.

Roger Willis had been his best friend since he was twelve. He had been the only kid Mokuba had gone to school with that didn't care that he was rich, or that Seto Kaiba was his brother. It had been great to have someone to confide in, someone to share secrets with.

But there had been one secret Roger hadn't shared with his best friend until six months ago.

Mokuba had gone looking for Roger after school one day. They were supposed to go over to Kaiba Corp. and check out the new Egyptian VR game that had become so popular.

Mokuba had found him out behind the gym, having a raging argument with another boy. The other guy was someone Mokuba didn't know very well, but had seen hanging around with his friend. He had yelled at Roger, saying that he was ashamed of their relationship and he didn't want to be with someone who hid it. Then he had slapped Roger across the face and left.

Mokuba didn't need his friend to explain it to him, but he had. He had apologized for keeping it from him. Mokuba had never understood why he did. It's not like it would have freaked him out or anything…not considering the family he came from.

The only thing that bothered him was that he was looking at Roger differently now.

Things were moving slowly with his girlfriend, Becky. He was holding back because he knew his brother would never approve. Lately, he hadn't been sure if he really cared for her or if he was just going out with her to rebel.

"Want another one?" Roger asked, breaking into Mokuba's thoughts.

"Sure." Mokuba handed the other boy his now empty bottle, watching him as he rose and headed for the kitchen.

He found his friend attractive, he couldn't deny that. He had been struggling with the fact that maybe he wasn't completely straight after all.

Roger was a bit shorter than he was; maybe as tall as Joey, with shoulder length black hair. It was a deep blue-black, shiny and all one length; and he only tied it back when he ran. Being on the track team at school had given him a lean, hard body that had been haunting Mokuba's dreams for some time now. That and the pale, ice blue eyes.

He was easy going, a bit flashy, and he reminded Mokuba a lot of Otogi. Maybe that was it. Ever since Otogi had come back from where ever the hell he had been, Mokuba had found himself getting butterflies in his stomach whenever he was around the dark haired man.

Maybe he should talk to Joey, or Tristan, about what was going on. It was probably nothing more than a stupid puppy crush, but he sure as hell wasn't going to talk to his brother about it.

"What?" Roger stopped halfway into the room.

"Huh?" Mokuba shook himself mentally, unaware that he had been staring.

"You're staring at me."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are." Roger came over to the couch, putting their drinks on the side table and sitting down. "And it's not the first time."

"I was NOT staring!"

"What's going on, Mo?" Roger regarded the other teen seriously. "You've been spacing out on me lately. Things not going well with Becky?"

Seeing the opportunity so conveniently handed to him, Mokuba took it. "I'm having second thoughts."

"Because of your brother?"

"Partly."

"You can't let Seto dictate your life, Mokuba. If you love her, you should be with her. Your brother sure as hell never let what anyone else thought keep him from Yugi and Yami."

Mokuba brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I don't love her. At least…I don't think I do."

"What makes you say that?"

"I dunno." Mokuba shrugged. "I think I only started dating her because Seto would freak if he knew her mother was on welfare."

"Then why are you still with her?" Roger asked, his tone irritated. "Gods, man! You haven't even fucked her yet! If that's what you're waiting on, just do it and get it over with!"

Mokuba recoiled. "Geeze, Rog. Don't be so crass!"

"Well, if you don't love her, that's all it is!"

"What's your problem?!" Mokuba stood. "I think the beer's going to your head."

"Mokuba, wait!" Roger rose and grabbed the other teen by the arm.

Mokuba spun around, intent on giving his friend a piece of his mind, only to have Roger tangle his hands into his hair and pull his head down, brushing their lips together.

Mokuba stiffened in shock for a moment before tearing away, his face flushed deep red. "What the fuck was that for?!"

"Do you know what it's like to be with other people when you don't care about them? To make love to someone when there's no love involved?" Roger asked. "What it's like seeing the one person you DO care about being with someone you know they don't really love?"

"What…what are you talking about?" Mokuba could hear his heart thundering in his ears.

"I care about you, Mokuba." Roger stepped closer to the taller boy, holding his eyes. "As more than a friend. I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but I thought you wanted to be with Becky."

"Rog," Mokuba could feel the heat coming from the other's body, making him weak. "I'm straight."

"Are you?" Roger reached out, tucking Mokuba's hair behind his ear. "Then why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Like…like w-what?"

"Like you want me." Roger said softly, leaning in, his lips a scarce inch from Mokuba's. "I've seen that look too many times to mistake it for something else."

"Roger…"

"Please, Mo. Just let me kiss you." He pleaded. "Please…just once."

"O-Okay." Mokuba whispered.

Roger brought a hand up, gently cradling the back of Mokuba's head as their lips met. His other arm went around the other boy's waist, pulling him in until their bodies just touched.

Mokuba felt a spike of arousal as Roger's tongue traced his bottom lip and he moaned softly, allowing the other enterance. His hands came up, pulling the shorter teen closer and he kissed him back.

Roger pulled away, a small sob falling from his lips. "Mokuba…"

Mokuba shivered. He'd never heard his name spoken like that before…like something sacred.

Roger let go and stepped away. "I'm sorry, Mo. I…I've just wanted that for so long. Please don't hate me for it."

"No." Mokuba reached out. "No, I don't hate you for it. I wanted you to. I want you to again."

"Oh, gods." Roger moaned, tangling his hands in the shaggy raven locks again. "If I kiss you again, I might not be able to stop."

"I don't know if…if I'm ready for it to go all the way. But I…I want you to touch me. I've been thinking about what it would be like to be with you." Mokuba admitted, blushing.

"For how long?"

"Since you told me you were gay."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Ice blue looked deeply into slate grey.

"You're my best friend. I don't want that to change."

"It already has." Roger said seriously. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing."

"Maybe." Mokuba replied. "Kiss me again and let's find out."

Roger's mouth immediately closed over his and Mokuba parted his lips, eager to taste him again. He trembled as the other boy's tongue slid into his mouth, gently exploring.

He tensed as he felt Roger undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"I'll stop if you want me to." The shorter teen whispered, breaking the kiss.

"No," Mokuba gasped. "Don't stop."

Roger led Mokuba back over to the couch and sat down; drawing the grey eyed teen down with him. He finished unbuttoning Mokuba's shirt and parted the material, running his hands over the lean chest.

"Gods, your skin is so soft." He bent his head and kissed along Mokuba's collarbone. "So soft."

Mokuba flushed. He was still tall and lanky, like he had been at sixteen, and he was ashamed of his body.

"What?" Roger asked, noticing the blush.

"I'm just…I wish I had a better body."

"I think you're beautiful, Mokuba." Roger said. "I always have."

"You have?"

"Yes." Roger pushed Mokuba back and leaned down to trail kisses over his chest. "Very beautiful."

Mokuba twitched, moaning, as Roger's lips closed over a nipple, gently sucking. He could feel the other's arousal pressed against his hip and his breathing became ragged. He wanted to touch him, but he wasn't sure what to do.

Roger sat up and pulled of his tee shirt. He took Mokuba's hands in his and pressed them to his chest.

"It's okay to touch me, Mo." He said softly.

Mokuba ran his hands tentatively over the smooth muscles, letting them drift down the lean stomach. Roger hissed and Mokuba jerked his hands away.

"I'm sorry!" He apologized.

"No. No, it's okay." Roger grabbed his hands. "You didn't do anything wrong. It felt good."

"I feel like a complete idiot." Mokuba said, blushing again.

"Don't. I know you've never touched anyone like this before. It's okay if you're nervous."

"I just don't know what to do." Mokuba admitted.

"Then let me touch you." The other boy replied. "If you want to touch me, then just do it."

Mokuba nodded, his eyes slipping closed as Roger bent to kiss his chest again. He shivered at the feeling of Roger's soft hair against his bare skin. He felt the other teen's hands gently caressing his stomach, moving lower, and he moaned. He shifted a little nervously as Roger's fingers ghosted along the waistband of his pants and the blue eyed boy looked up questioningly. Mokuba swallowed hard and nodded.

Roger unbuttoned Mokuba's pants and pulled down the zipper, tugging the material down just enough to free the other boy's arousal.

He moaned softly, rubbing his cheek against the silken flesh. "Mokuba…will you let me…I want to…oh, gods."

Mokuba's breath hitched as Roger fisted his hands into the material of his pants, fighting for control.

"Yes." Mokuba whispered.

He cried out, feeling a wet heat enclose his erection and he looked down to see his length sliding past Roger's lips. He arched his back, tears coming to his eyes.

"Oh, gods…Roger." He sobbed.

There was an answering sob from the boy loving him and Roger lifted his head, meeting Mokuba's eyes, his own also tear filled. "Please, Mokuba…I want you to come for me…please."

Mokuba thrust up as Roger took him into his mouth again and he lost control to the incredible sensation that was nothing like he had ever felt before. He screamed as he released into the other's mouth, feeling Roger's body go rigid as the shorter boy moaned deeply.

Mokuba tangled his fingers into the strands of silken midnight sticking to his sweat-damp skin as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. He felt Roger lay his head on his stomach, his whole body limp.

He heard Roger whisper something and he lifted his head. "What did you say?"

Roger shook his head.

"Please tell me." Mokuba's finger caressed the back of the other's neck.

Roger looked up, the tears having escaped his eyes to slide down his face. "I love you, Mokuba."

Mokuba bit his lip. He wasn't sure how he felt. This was Roger…his best friend. And there was Becky. He needed to work out how he felt about her. And he needed to think about what it meant to him that his best friend had feelings for him that he had done such a good job at hiding.

He opened his mouth to speak.

"No." Roger forestalled him. "Please. I know you don't love me. It's okay. I just…I needed to tell you. And I don't want you saying it because you think I need to hear it."

"Rog…"

"I mean it. If you do say it, I want you to mean it."

Mokuba nodded. "I need to think about this."

"I understand." Roger pushed himself up and took Mokuba's hands. "Mo…I do love you. I hope that you can love me back. But if you can't…I don't want to lose your friendship."

"That would never happen, Roger. You'll always be my best friend. No matter what."

~*~*~*~*~

Otogi sat across the table from the other man, not really listening to what he was saying.

{{Gods, hasn't he got anything INTELLIGENT to say?}} Otogi played with the stem of his wineglass.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to call me."

Otogi shrugged. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I asked you out three weeks ago."

"I was seeing someone else."

Anger flashed in the man's dark eyes. "So I'm just a convenience, am I?"

"It's not like that, Dan." Otogi leaned forward. "Don't be like that."

"Want to get out of here?" Dan asked.

"Sure." Otogi sighed. "Why not?"

Dan's eyes widened as Otogi stood, taking in the tight black leather pants and half open red silk shirt. "We can go back to my place."

"If you want to." Otogi tried to interject some interest into his tone.

He rolled his eyes as they left the restaurant, feeling Dan's hand on his backside.

When he had left after Tristan and Joey's wedding, he was determined to bring his errant emotions under control. And he thought he had. Until he had seen them both on his first day home.

He had gone to their house, barely making it through the door before Joey was on him, hugging him desperately, crying. Tristan had put his arms around him as well, welcoming him home, and Otogi had to back off quickly, feeling his body reacting.

Joey had tried to bring up the subject a few days later, but Otogi brushed him off, saying he had a handle on it.

It had gotten to a point where he'd take what he could. If he couldn't be with them, he could at least be near them…be some part of their lives.

"Are you coming in, or what?"

Otogi blinked. He didn't even remember getting into Dan's car, let alone the drive to the other man's house. He got out of the car and followed Dan into the house.

As the door closed behind them, Otogi found himself pinned to the wall, being kissed hungrily.

"Gods, Otogi," Dan slipped his hand into the raven haired man's shirt. "I've been wanting you since I saw you that day in your shop."

Otogi pressed close to the other man. "Oh, really?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"I thought that was obvious." Otogi smiled seductively.

Dan growled and slammed Otogi back against the wall, attacking his neck. Otogi moaned and wrapped his arms around the other man, feeling lust rising in his body. Pain and pleasure entwined, making him gasp.

"Take me, Dan." Otogi groaned. "Here. Now." {{Take me…make me forget…}}

He hissed as he felt Dan bite down on his neck, marking him. {{Tristan…}}

Rough hands ran over his body, ripping at his clothes. {{Joey…}}

He was pulled to the floor, Dan's body pinning his to the cold tile. {{I love you.}}

~*~*~*~*~

Seto: There is NO WAY IN HELL my baby brother is having sex!!

YD: Chill, rich boy. He's eighteen.

Seto: I don't care.

Tris: *rolls eyes* This is what I was talking about.

Otogi: So, I'm a slut now, am I?

Ryou: Looks that way.

DD: Please review. We're working on the next chappie today, so hopefully it'll be out mid week.