Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Family By Choice ❯ chapter8 ( Chapter 8 )

Family By Choice

by Dragondreamer & Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, the boys would be running around naked all the time and we'd never get ANY work done.

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) AND THE USE OF SEXUAL AIDS. NOT YOUR THING? DON'T READ IT THEN!!

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

*…* Mokuba's thoughts

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

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DD: Another kinda long, but oh so worth it chappie.

Seto: This didn't take long.

YD: We had most of the lemon done, like, a month ago.

DD: Enjoy! Oh. *hands out towels* You guys'll need these.

~*~*~*~*~

Otogi walked into Tristan's office to find the brunet sitting at his desk, tears running down his face, his entire body shaking with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Otogi asked, perching on the edge of the desk.

Tristan didn't…couldn't…answer; just turn his laptop around.

Otogi snickered at the video of Bakura carefully applying bright pink lipstick to his lips. "Yeah, I set it up as my screensaver."

"So did Seto." Tristan wiped the tears from his eyes. "Oh, gods…Bakura's never going to live this down. It's all over the office."

Otogi grinned. "Anyway…I came to see Seto, but he's in a meeting."

"He's busy raking the tech department over the coals. They crewed up the new VR game and it's set us back a few months." Tristan looked up at Otogi. "How are you feeling? You still look a little pale."

"Better. Thanks to Joey. And Ryou." Otogi shook his head. "I thought he was going to move right in with me for a while there."

"That's Ryou. Just after Joey and I moved into the house from our apartment, Joey got pneumonia. Ryou moved in with us for two weeks." Tristan rose from his chair. "Want some coffee?"

"Thanks." Otogi hopped down from the desk…and instantly regretted it.

Tristan turned around, hearing Otogi hiss in pain. He saw the black haired man make a grab for the edge of the desk, his features gone chalk white.

Instinctively, his arm went around the slender waist and he pulled Otogi flush against his body, steadying him. Otogi's hands came up, pressing against Tristan's chest.

"Are you alright?" Tristan asked, concern evident in his voice.

Otogi nodded, his breath catching. He could feel the warmth of Tristan's body pressed against the own, feel the rock hard muscle and strength of the man holding him. He shivered.

Tristan placed his hand on Otogi's forehead, frowning. "You're warm."

Tristan found himself momentarily caught in the other's emerald eyes. For a split second, he was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss the man in his arms. He blinked in surprise, but didn't let go, the hand on Otogi's forehead going to his upper back, getting tangled in the soft, black tresses.

"Oh, gods." Otogi whispered, seeing the look, unaware it was reflected in the own eyes.

"Otogi, I…" Tristan saw the desire in the jeweled orbs and was drawn to it.

"Let me go." Otogi pushed like Tristan's chest. "I'm fine."

/What the HELL am I doing?!/ Tristan let go and backed up a step. "Umm…s-sit down. I'll get you something to drink."

Otogi shook his head. "No…no, I should go."

"Please…stay." Tristan reached out to him.

"I have to go." Otogi moved away. {{Gods, I want to stay. I want you, Tristan. So much.}}

Otogi turned away without another word, leaving a dumbstruck Tristan behind.

As the door closed, Tristan shook himself out of his daze. /Oh, fuck. What just happened? WHY did it happen?/

He leaned against his desk with a sigh. /Seto?/

{Tristan?}

/Where are you?/

{I just got back to my office. You okay, buddy?}

/No./ Tristan let the entire scene with Otogi replay itself in his mind as he left his office for Seto's.

He could feel Seto's surprise, along with something else, an "I knew this was going to happen" feeling.

He opened the door to the outer office and walked past Gina, not even speaking to her. He entered Seto's office, closing the door behind him and leaning against the heavy wooden portal.

Seto came to him and took him into his arms, not saying anything, just holding him. He could feel Tristan's turbulent emotions as clearly as if they were his own.

"Come on." Seto finally said, pulling away from Tristan and leading him to the couch.

He pushed the shorter man down and went to the kitchenette, pouring Tristan a scotch.

He brought it back to the couch, handing it to Tristan. "It's a little early, but…"

Tristan shrugged as he took it, downing it in one shot. He winced as it hit his stomach, spreading warmth through his limbs.

Seto took the empty glass from him, setting it on the coffee table, and sat down next to him. He reached for Tristan's hand, lacing their fingers together and waited for his friend to speak.

"Oh, gods." Tristan pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, feeling a headache starting.

"It's okay, Tris."

"It's NOT okay!" Tristan exploded. "It's WRONG!"

{Wrong that you wanted to kiss him? Or wrong that you think you might have feelings for him?}

"I do not!"

"Don't you?" Seto tucked his leg under himself, facing Tristan and looking him square in the eye. "How do you feel about him then? Truthfully."

"He's my friend. I love him like…I don't know…Ryou."

"That wasn't Ryou you were thinking about kissing twenty minutes ago." Seto stated bluntly.

/I know that! Don't be such a dick!/

{Then don't YOU be such a bull-headed idiot!}

"It doesn't matter." Tristan said quietly. "Whatever I feel…or don't feel…it makes no difference."

"How can you say that?" Seto asked. "Tris…you're entitled to your feelings. Give me one good reason why you think you haven't got a right to feel that. You can't hide it from me. I know that's what you're thinking."

"Just one? Okay. I'm married to him."

Seto sighed. {Otogi's in love with you.}

Tristan stared at Seto, shocked. /Bullshit./

{Come on, Tris. Think about it. How often does he avoid looking you in the eye? When you get too close to him, he stutters. Hell, I've even seen him blush like some teenaged fangirl when you touch him.}

/That doesn't mean anything./

{Now THAT'S bullshit! And you're not the only one. I've seen him get on like that with Joey too./

Tristan yanked his hand from Seto's, glowering. "You are NOT fucking going there!"

"Don't be so blind, Tristan!" Seto's eyes narrowed. "Why do you think he left after you and Joey got married? It was all he could do to sit there and watch it happen!"

Tristan stood up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Seto asked.

"To the gym."

"I'll come with you." Seto stood as well.

"Don't bother. I want to be alone." Tristan slammed the door behind him.

{Tris…} Seto winced as Tristan threw up his mental barriers, blocking him out. "Shit."

~*~*~*~*~

Mokuba cuddled into Roger, tracing patterns on his lover's sweat-slick chest with his fingertips.

"You know," Roger combed his fingers through Mokuba's hair. "Finals are in a few weeks. We really should be studying."

"I am studying." Mokuba replied, letting his hand drift lower. "I'm studying the male anatomy...and it's a damn hot one too."

Roger snickered and grabbed Mokuba's hand. "You nut. Seriously though, you came over here to study."

Mokuba lifted his head, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, please. You hauled me up here and had my clothes off before I could say American Civil War."

Roger rolled his eyes and pulled Mokuba on top of him. "It's not my fault you're so sexy. I can't keep my hands off you."

"You don't hear me complaining, do you?"

"Mokuba," Roger grew serious. "Have you told your family about us?"

"Not yet. I'm just...well, I'm still kinda afraid of how Seto's going to react." Mokuba grinned suddenly. "Tristan and Joey know though."

"But if you didn't tell anyone..."

"They figured it out on their own."

"How?"

"Let's just say they're REAL observant."

/FLASHBACK/

Mokuba went straight to his room after dinner and laid on the bed, thinking about what had happened that afternoon with Roger.

"Come in." He called when someone knocked on the door.

Tristan entered, stepping aside to let Joey in before closing the door behind him.

Mokuba raised an eyebrow at the glass of water and what was obviously a bottle of aspirin in the blond's hands.

"Thought you might need these." Joey sat down on the bed, holding them out.

"I'm fine, Joey." Mokuba sat up, trying not to wince.

"Your brother may have bought the pulled muscle story, Mokuba, but we don't." Tristan said, standing next the bed, his arm crossed over his chest.

Mokuba' eyes widened. He had never really noticed before just how imposing Tristan could be, looming over you, as big as he was.

"Sit down, Tris." Joey rolled his eyes. "You're scaring him to death."

Tristan sighed and sat down on Mokuba's other side.

"That's better." Joey grinned. "He doesn't need you going into Seto mode."

Tristan took the bottle from Joey and opened it. He took Mokuba's hand in his and tipped three of the pills into the boy's palm.

"Take them." The brunet said quietly.

Mokuba did as he was told, not looking either man in the eye. Joey took the glass from him and set it on the bedside table before turning to the teen and putting an arm around his shoulders.

"Mokuba, you don't have to tell us what happened but," Joey lifted the boy's head up with a finger under his chin, looking him in the eye. "We just want to know if he forced you into it."

"No." Mokuba whispered, blushing. "Roger would never do that to me. He loves me."

"Do you love him?" Tristan asked, his voice still low.

Mokuba looked up at Tristan, seeing worry in the hazel eyes, along with something else. It looked a lot like regret. He nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Mokuba replied without hesitation.

Tristan searched the upturned face, seeing the conviction there. He smiled, but the raven haired teen could see it didn't reach his eyes.

Joey reached across Mokuba and squeezed Tristan's arm, a silent communication passing between the two men that wasn't lost on the boy sitting with them. Tristan leaned down and kissed the top of Mokuba's head, hugging him briefly before silently rising and leaving the room.

Mokuba looked up at Joey, worried, as the door shut behind Tristan. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine." Joey squeezed Mokuba gently. "He's just concerned about you, that's all."

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

"Before Tris and your brother became friends, he...well...Tristan found himself in a situation a lot like the one you found yourself in with Becky."

Mokuba's eyes went impossibly wide. "Tristan slept with a GIRL?!"

"No." Joey couldn't help but grin. "It was a guy. But he was coerced into it much like you were. He hated himself for it for a long time. He doesn't want to see that happen to you."

"I don't hate myself for sleeping with Becky." Mokuba said. "I wish I hadn't done it and I'm mad about it, but it doesn't matter as much to me now. Roger loves me, Joey. When I told him about it, he said there was nothing to forgive. He loves me regardless." Mokuba looked down at the floor, feeling sad for his brother's best friend. "Poor Tristan. He didn't have that."

"Yes, he did." Joey replied. "He had Seto, and even though he doesn't love Tristan the same way Roger loves you, he was able to help him through that. We all did. I didn't know at the time how Tristan felt about me, but I was there for him as a friend."

"And...and it was you he wanted to be with, wasn't it?"

Joey nodded. "But it took him years to tell me he loved me. Seeing you go through the same thing with Becky brought back some pretty painful memories for him. Tristan loves you very much, Mokuba. He doesn't want to see you get hurt the way he was."

"Roger won't hurt me. He told me today he's loved me for years."

"I'm happy for you, little buddy." Joey smiled. "And I couldn't think of a better guy for you. Roger's part of the family. I know Seto really likes him. When are you planning on telling him?"

"I don't know. I don't want to hide it, but...what if he gets upset? You know how he can be."

"It's hard for Seto to see you growing up, kiddo. You're his little brother. He went through a lot of shit to make sure you could be a kid."

"I know. But I'm NOT a little kid any more, Joey."

"I know that. Just give him some time. He's trying his best."

Mokuba put his arms around Joey and squeezed him hard. "I'm glad you're part of my family, Joey."

Joey hugged him back, smiling. "Me too."

/END FLASHBACK/

"So, when ARE you going to tell your brother?" Roger asked.

"I think it should be soon." Mokuba cuddled close to his lover. "Have you told your mom?"

"Not yet. I didn't want to chance her saying something to Seto at work."

"Tell you what...why don't you and your mom come over for dinner on my birthday next week. Everyone's going to be there, so Seto's less likely to throw a tantrum."

"Yeah," Roger snickered. "And Joey'll be there to run interference if he does."

"Good point." Mokuba grinned. "So what are you getting me for my birthday?"

"I haven't decided yet. But I do have something for you now." Roger took Mokuba's hand and moved it down his body, guiding his lover's thin fingers to wrap around his hardening flesh. "Do you want it?"

"Oh, hell yeah." Mokuba took Roger's lips in a deep kiss and pulled the other boy on top of him

~*~*~*~*

Seto came into the dining room, surprised to find Tristan sitting at the table alone, a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Didn't sleep last night, did you?" Seto asked, pouring himself a cup from the pot on the table and sitting next to his friend.

Tristan shook his head. "Not any more than you did."

"He only fell asleep about an hour ago."

To say that Yugi hadn't taken the news of Justin's illness well was a massive understatement.

It had taken Seto half the night to convince his husband that their son wasn't going to die. It wasn't until false dawn tinged the sky, and Seto had promised to take him to talk to the doctors, that he had begun to calm down.

Yami and Seto had held their fragile lover between them until he had finally cried himself to sleep.

Yami hadn't really said much until his light had fallen into an exhausted slumber. The tear filled ruby eyes had spoken volumes, however, when he had quietly asked Seto how much of what he had told Yugi was truth.

Seto had reassured him that the doctors had been positive that Justin would make a full recovery. Yami had simply nodded and fallen to stroking his hikari's hair until sleep claimed him as well.

"I'm sure it'll help when he talks to the doctors." Tristan said.

"Hopefully." Seto reached for Tristan's hand. {Tris, about yesterday...}

/I don't want to talk about it./

{You'll have to at some point.}

/Fuck you./

Seto grinned. {Not now. The kids'll be down for breakfast soon.}

"Asshole." Tristan laughed.

"Where's Joey? Still in bed?"

"No. He left for the clinic about an hour ago."

Seto glanced at his watch. It was only six thirty. "Why so early? And I thought he wasn't going in today."

"Jack called around four. Josh was having bad hallucinations so Joey decided he'd better go out."

"Well...do you have the keys to the house?"

"I picked them up last night. Why?"

Seto drained his coffee cup and stood. "Let's go upgrade the security system. That way, you guys can move in this weekend."

"Trying to get rid of me?" Tristan smirked.

"Very funny." Seto pulled Tristan up out of his chair. "Let's grab some tools and go do it."

"Sounds good." Tristan reached for his cup. "But I'm taking my coffee with me."

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan used the remote the real estate agent had given him to open the gates at the mouth of the driveway.

"State of the art, my ass." Seto rolled his eyes as he and Tristan walked up the driveway.

Reaching the front door, Tristan unlocked it and disarmed the security system with a simple, four digit code the agent had also provided.

Seto rolled his eyes again.

"Okay," Seto popped the panel off the wall. "Here's what we're going to do..."

An hour later, Seto replaced the panel, a triumphant grin on his face. "Sadie, can you hear me?"

'Of course I can.'

"Don't get smart." Seto said offhandedly. "I want you to reroute the system in here and the detectors in the yard to backup into your system."

'It's already half done.' Sadie responded smugly.

"Frigging, smart-assed pile of circuits." Seto grumbled.

'I heard that.'

"Just do it." Seto said as he stepped outside.

He sat down on the top step next to Tristan, waving away the cloud of cigarette smoke. "Put that thing out, why don't you."

"Bite me." Tristan retorted. "You done?"

"Just about. I need to go over to the lab and pick up a few things for the box at the gate. It'll be the same setup as I have."

"Thanks, pal."

"Hey," Seto wrapped his arm around Tristan and kissed his temple. "Anything to keep you guys safe."

Tristan looked over his shoulder, up at the house. "I can't wait to move in."

"Well, if you get everything bought today, you can start moving in tomorrow. I should have the system done by lunch time."

"That'd be great." Tristan stood up. "Let's go grab some breakfast. Want to come to the music store with me? I've got my new piano picked out and I'm going to get that guitar for Joey."

"I'd love to." Seto waited for Tristan to lock the door before descending the steps. "Let's take the kids so Yami and Yugi can sleep."

"Sounds good. Joey should be back by the time we are."

~*~*~*~*~

Joey yawned as Tristan unlocked the door and led him inside.

He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. He had been too excited, like a kid at Christmas, about moving in to their new house. That and when Tristan had made love to him last night, it had been so intense it had left Joey shocked. Just thinking about it sent hot and cold chills up the blond's spine.

"They should be here with the piano soon." Tristan said as they entered the living room.

Joey put his arms around his husband. "When's the rest of the furniture coming?"

"Everything should be here this morning. What do you say you and I stay here tonight? Just the two of us?"

"I'd like that." Joey smiled. "I don't think Lexi would mind one more night with Justin."

Tristan grinned. "Probably not. Love you, baby."

"Love you too." Joey leaned up and brushed his lips against Tristan's.

Tristan's hands came up to cup the back of Joey's head and he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Just as Joey began to kiss him back, he felt Seto enter the room. "You left the front door wide open."

Tristan didn't stop what he was doing. /Bugger off. I'm busy here./

"It's a good thing I don't have Justin with me. Then I'd have to explain this to him."

Joey snickered against Tristan's lips and Tristan growled, pressing himself closer to Joey.

{Am I about to get an education?}

/Go away./

{Well, what about the piano guys? They're pulling up the driveway.}

With a sigh of resignation, Tristan released Joey.

Joey grinned mischievously at him. "Guess we'll have to pick this up later."

Tristan shook his head and left to direct the movers.

Seto and Joey stood out of the way as the piano was brought in. It was set up in the corner, next to the doorway to the kitchen.

One of the delivery men left while Tristan signed the forms and soon came back, a guitar case in his hand. Tristan indicated that he should give it to Joey and then came to stand next to his husband as the movers left.

"What's this?" Joey set it on the floor, kneeling down.

"Open it." Tristan said, smiling.

Joey lifted the lid, his eyes widening as he saw his dream guitar nestled in the leather case. "Holy shit."

"Oh good." Seto commented. "Bakura can get his guitar back now."

/Oh, shut up./

"Tris..." Joey looked up at his husband. "I thought you were going to get me this for my birthday."

Tristan shrugged. "I didn't want to wait."

Joey jumped to his feet, launching himself at Tristan, kissing him and almost sending them through the picture window.

"Enthusiastic little puppy you've got there, Tris."

"I thought I told you to shut up." Tristan didn't look at Seto; he was drowning in his love's warm honey eyes. "Can you keep Lexi tonight if we stay here?"

"Gee, let me think." Seto replied, mock-sarcastic.

/Dick./

Seto laughed. "I'm going to head out."

Tristan and Joey didn't reply, being caught up in each other for the moment, and Seto left them, smiling.

"Now," Tristan pulled Joey flush against his body. "Where was I before we were so rudely interrupted by everyone?"

"I think you were kissing me." Joey grinned. Movement outside the window caught his eyes. "The furniture's here."

"Oh, for the love of..." Tristan groaned. "Fine. Let's get going."

Joey gave his beleaguered husband a quick kiss and moved away. "The quicker we get this done…"

"The quicker you're in trouble." Tristan grinned.

~*~*~*~*~

It was late when Joey came down the back stairs and through the kitchen, drawn by the sound of the piano.

"I got all Lexi's clothes put away." He said, sitting down next to Tristan.

"Yeah, the kitchen's done too." Tristan replied absently as his fingers wandered the keys. "I can't get over the sound of this thing."

"It is something." Joey reached for the small bowl of jellybeans sitting next to Tristan's music.

Tristan stopped playing, looking worried. "Are you craving again, love?"

"Nah." Joey shook his head. "Not unless you count craving the sugar."

Tristan smiled, relieved, and began to play again. Joey sat next to him, eating his candy and watching Tristan's hands as he played. He was craving more than sugar.

It had started when he was unpacking one of the boxes Tristan had brought from their old house. Inside, he had found a shoebox and, not remembering it, he had opened it up. It contained some "items" Bakura had given them when they had gotten married. Not really into that sort of thing, they had put them away and forgotten about them.

Finding them, however, had given Joey a few ideas.

Joey couldn't take his eyes off Tristan's hands. He wanted those hands caressing HIM…not the cold, inanimate keys.

He wanted to feel Tristan's lips on his. He wanted to touch him, taste him. But most of all, he wanted to take him; bury himself deep inside him and hear him whimper with pleasure.

Tristan stopped playing again, hearing a small moan come from his husband. "You okay?"

Joey nodded and reached for the candy dish again.

Tristan smirked and slapped his hand away, swiping the single jellybean left and popping it into his mouth. He quickly chewed and swallowed it, laughing at the incredulous look on Joey's face.

"Hey!" The blond protested. "That was the last one!"

"So?" Hazel eyes twinkled mischievously.

Joey growled. "You are SO in for it."

"IF you can catch me." Tristan grinned, pushing Joey off the piano bench and onto the floor.

Joey quickly scrambled to his feet to see that Tristan had already made it to the kitchen door.

"Get back here, you!" Joey shouted, darting after him.

Cursing Tristan's longer legs, he pounded up the stairs and into the hallway. Seeing Tristan stopped outside their bedroom door, he launched himself at the brunet. Tristan spun around at the last second, catching Joey against his chest as they crashed to the floor.

Joey pushed himself up on Tristan's chest, panting. "You're in trouble now."

"Oh, I am, am I?" Tristan grinned, reaching up and pulling the elastic from Joey's hair, allowing the sun-kissed tresses to fall free.

"Most definitely." Joey hooked his hands into Tristan's shirt and ripped it open.

Tristan didn't even get a chance to protest the action as Joey lowered his head, his lips closing over a nipple. Tristan moaned softly, burying his hands in Joey's hair.

Joey moved lower, trailing soft kisses over the chiseled chest and stomach until he reached the waistband of the brunet's jeans. He quickly undid them, revealing his husband's half aroused length which he immediately took into his mouth.

"Joey!" Tristan gasped. "Oh, baby…yes."

Joey groaned deep in his throat, feeling Tristan harden completely. He pulled back, encircling the tip of his lover's arousal with his tongue.

Tristan propped himself up on his forearms, watching. A stab of desire flashed through him as Joey opened his eyes, looking up at him through his bangs. The blond's eyes had darkened to copper as they always did when he was aroused.

Joey held Tristan's eyes as he began to lick at the brunet's erection, tearing another moan from the bigger man. Tristan fell back onto the floor as Joey's hot mouth engulfed him again. He was thrust to the edge as he felt his husband swallow around him and he had a second to wonder how it was that Joey could bring him off so fast before everything went white.

Joey moaned deeply as Tristan thrust up with a cry, spilling his passion into the blond's mouth. He swallowed rapidly, taking it all, and then sat back on his heels, breathing hard.

Tristan opened his eyes and smiled at Joey, his own breath coming in tearing gasps. "Gods, baby."

Joey grinned back. "I'm not done with you yet."

Joey stood up and offered Tristan his hand, hauling him to his feet. He wound his arms around Tristan's neck and took his lips in a deep kiss. He turned them around and backed into the room, not pausing in their ardent embrace.

Familiarity made quick work of their clothes and Tristan pulled Joey to him, stroking his fingers through strands of molten gold.

"Is it just me," Joey asked, running his hands over Tristan's broad chest. "Or have you gotten bigger?"

Tristan shrugged; letting his hands drift over Joey's back. "Maybe. Now YOU, on the other hand, look fantastic."

Joey flushed slightly at the praise. He had finally regained the weight he had lost. He had taken up running and took advantage of the gym at Kaiba Corp. three or four days a week.

Tristan grinned when he saw the covers were already drawn back on the bed and his eyes lit on the basin of water and the cloths on one of the bedside tables.

"Why do I get the feeling you had this planned all along?" He asked.

Joey just smiled and moved away, going to lie on the bed. "Get over here, gorgeous."

As soon as Tristan lay down next to him, Joey moved into his arms. Tristan held him close, pressing small, gentle kisses over his face.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Tristan asked, brushing Joey's hair out of his eyes.

"At least as much as I love you." Joey replied. "You make me so happy, Tris."

"I'd do anything to make you happy, baby."

"Really?" Joey's smile had a distinctively mischievous cast to it.

"Yes." Tristan raised an eyebrow. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

"Well," Joey leaned forward, lightly kissing Tristan's pulse point. "I was thinking…I want to try something different tonight."

Tristan grinned. "Getting me off on the floor in the hallway isn't different enough for you?"

"We've done that before."

Tristan thought for a second. "Oh, yeah."

"I found that stuff Bakura gave us just after we got married. I was thinking it'd be kinda fun."

"Depends on your idea of fun." Tristan retorted.

"Oh, come on. Where's your spirit of adventure?"

"I left it at the office."

"Please?" Joey pouted.

Tristan rolled his eyes. "Wipe that pout off your face, mister. You've been hanging around Otogi too much."

Joey snickered. "He's taught me well." He reached up and stroked Tristan's face. "Come on, angel. I promise you'll enjoy it."

"Well…if you say so…"

"I do." Joey smiled and climbed off the bed.

He went over to the closet and opened it, reaching up to the top shelf. Taking down the shoebox, he brought it back over to the bed, sitting next to Tristan and lifting the lid.

Tristan propped himself up on one elbow and looked inside, curious. "I don't even remember what's in there."

Joey didn't answer, just began taking the items out of the box. Four red silk scarves were dropped on the bed, along with a bottle of cherry flavored lubricant and a vibrator. He reached back inside for the last item.

"You are NOT using that thing on me." Tristan stated.

Joey shrugged and dropped the leather cock ring back in the box. "That's a little too over the top for my tastes."

Tristan eyed the pile lying on the bed. "And just what do you intend to do with all this stuff?"

"Trust me." Joey said with a look in his eyes that made Tristan think that was the LAST thing he should do. "Lie back."

Tristan did as he was told, watching with some amusement as Joey pulled his hands over his head, securing them to the wrought iron headboard with two of the silk scarves. Joey stopped for a minute, seeming to think about what he should do next. A devilish smile lit his features and he grabbed the two remaining scarves, tying them around Tristan's ankles and then to the footboard.

He sat back, letting his gaze rake slowly over the bound brunet. "Oh, hell yeah."

"I really think you're enjoying this way too much." Tristan said, tugging experimentally at the scarves around his wrists.

"You bet I am." Joey straddled Tristan's waist. "If I had known how hot you look tied up, I would have done it long ago."

Tristan looked up at his husband, taking in the long, golden hair falling over his shoulders, the lightly tanned, flawless skin and the darkened amber eyes filled with lust and love. "Gods, you're beautiful."

Joey smiled and stretched out on top of the brunet, bending his head to kiss him. Tristan moaned as Joey ground their hips together and tried to bring his arms down to hold him.

Joey pulled back with a chuckle, sitting up again as Tristan growled. "Getting frustrated already, are you?"

"Untie me."

"Nope." Joey grinned. "I've been planning this for hours and I'm going to have my fun."

"Joey…"

"Don't make me gag you too."

Tristan rolled his eyes but relented, watching as Joey pulled his hair back. His breathing deepened, becoming ragged, as he watched Joey begin to caress his own body. A soft moan escaped the brunet as Joey ran his hands over his lean chest, teasing at his nipples, and then let them drift down his stomach. He trailed the tips of his fingers over his erection, his eyes locked with Tristan's.

"Joey…gods…" Tristan groaned. "Untie my hands."

Joey shook his head, whimpering as he wrapped his fingers around his erection and began stroking himself.

"One hand." Tristan pleaded. "I want to touch you."

Joey shook his head again, grinding down on Tristan's arousal and making the bigger man gasp.

"Damn it, Joey!" Tristan tried to thrust up against the blond and Joey rose to his knees with a smirk. "You're killing me."

"You have NO idea." Joey moved off Tristan, lying beside him. "I haven't even started yet."

Joey reached for the lube, pouring some of it onto Tristan's chest, taking particular care to make sure his nipples were covered in the cherry flavored substance. He leaned over the brunet and began licking it off.

Tristan hissed as Joey's hot tongue swept first over one nipple, then the other. His lover's soft hair brushed his skin as Joey moved down, delving his tongue into the brunet's navel.

He stopped short of taking Tristan's erection into his mouth and reached for the lube again. He upended the bottle, trickling some over the hardened shaft, causing Tristan to twitch, moaning.

He poured some into his hand, coating his fingers, and bent to take his husband's arousal deep into his throat. Tristan gasped and tried to thrust up, but his bound limbs wouldn't allow it.

"Joey…mmm….gods, baby." Tristan groaned, his eyes sliding shut, as he felt Joey slip a finger into him. "So good."

Joey's response was to insert another digit, thrusting deep. Sweat began to pour from Tristan's body as his lover prepared him.

"Joey…" Tristan whimpered, sending a flash of heat through the blond.

Removing his hand, Joey grabbed the vibrator and the lubricant, taking his time to make sure the false phallus was liberally covered.

When it was, he carefully pressed it into Tristan's body, stopping only when it was completely embedded. He held still, giving the brunet time to adjust to the intrusion.

Tristan moaned, shifting his hips slightly, feeling his inner muscles contracting around the object inside him.

Taking it as his queue, Joey reached for the knob, turning it on half way. Tristan cried out, arching up as much as his bonds would allow.

"JOEY!"

"Like that, angel?" Joey moved the vibrator, tearing a deep throated whine from the bigger man.

"Joey…please…"

"Please, what?" Joey asked, thrusting the toy further into the other's body.

Tristan's plea was cut off by a cry of raw pleasure as Joey found his prostate. A moan escaped Joey as he watched his husband writhe, trying to get closer to the incredible feeling. He fought for control, not wanting to give in and take him just yet.

"J-Joey…please…oh, gods…"

"What?"

"Take it out!" Tristan begged.

"Why?" Joey smirked.

"Please! Joey…I…" Tristan moaned loudly as Joey thrust the vibrator deeper. "Gods…I want you! Please…Joey…take me…please…"

"Mmmmmmm….no." Joey's smirk grew as his free hand caressed Tristan's taut body. "Besides, I think you need to be punished for stealing my last jelly bean."

His hand drifted down, stroking lightly up and down Tristan's weeping arousal a few times before reaching down and turning the vibrator up full force.

"JOEY! PLEASE!"

Joey shivered, watching as Tristan strained against his bonds, muscles rippling under sweat-slick, sun bronzed skin. "Fuck…you're gorgeous."

"Damn it, Joey!" Tristan pleaded. "TAKE ME!"

"You know what I want, Tris." Joey wrapped his fingers around Tristan's erection, stroking him in time to the thrusting of the vibrator. "You come for me first…THEN I get inside you."

Tristan whimpered, trying to thrust into Joey's grip. "Joey…"

"Come for me, angel." Joey demanded, pumping him harder.

Tristan's whole body jerked and a loud rip sounded in the room as his right arm came free. He reached down, his hand closing over Joey's. A low growl was torn from him as his body began to convulse.

"That's it, Tris. Give it to me." Joey moved their hands together, watching as his lover's seed began to leak over their hands. "All of it."

A deep shudder ran through Tristan's body as he fell limp against the bed. Joey leaned down, bringing their joined hands to his lips, licking their fingers free of his husband's release.

He let go of Tristan's hand, reaching to turn off the vibrator and slip it from the other man's body. A jolt of lust shot through him as Tristan whimpered in protest. He tossed it on the bed and moved to untie Tristan's legs, returning to lick his skin clean of the remains of his climax.

"Baby…please…" Tristan reached for Joey with his free hand, wrapping his legs around the blond.

Joey moved to cover Tristan's body with his own and thrust deep, causing Tristan to hiss with pleasure.

"Tristan…so hot…gods…" Joey immediately began to pound into the brunet, feeling his inner muscles still convulsing. "So fucking hot."

Tristan buried his hand in Joey's hair, pulling his head down and possessing his lips, desperate to feel his lover's completion. He moaned into the kiss as Joey slammed into his over-stimulated prostate.

"Joey…please, love." Tristan thrust up against him. "Please…I need to feel you come."

"So close…" Joey whimpered. "Gods, Tris…so close…"

Joey tensed suddenly, throwing his head back and screaming his pleasure as he released. He collapsed on top of Tristan, sobbing.

Tristan lifted his head, kissing the top of Joey's before giving in to exhaustion, Joey quickly following.

He awoke several hours later, cold and unable to feel his left arm. It was still tied to the headboard.

Loud snores ripped the quiet and he turned his head to find Joey, lying on his back, taking up most of the bed.

Tristan grinned and reached up, freeing his trapped arm. He rubbed the feeling back into the abused limb and then removed the ripped scarf from his right wrist. He pulled up the covers and turned over, pulling Joey into his arms. Joey murmured contentedly and cuddled close.

Tristan smiled down at him and kissed his forehead. "I like jelly beans."

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan opened his eyes to find the sun full in his face. They hadn't gotten around to hanging up the curtains.

Finding himself alone, Tristan sat up in the bed. "Joey?"

When he didn't receive an answer, Tristan hauled himself out of bed, wincing slightly, and threw on his bathrobe, heading downstairs.

Making his usual bee line for the coffee pot, he found a note taped to it.

If you insist on stealing my jellybeans,

there are consequences to be faced.

Here's the rules:

White - We kiss until it melts or we run

out of air, whichever comes first

Black - We take a shower and whatever

happens, happens

Purple - You get a blow job

Orange - I get a blow job

Green - I get to take you, wherever and

however I want

Yellow - Same as green, only you get

to take me

Red - (only to be used when Lexi's not

home) - all night, no sleep, wild, hot,

screaming lovemaking

Sound good?

I'm over at Seto's. Get your lazy ass over here.

Tristan laughed and, taking the note with him, headed upstairs for a much needed shower.

~*~*~*~*~

Tris: You guys are sick. I can't believe you did that to me.

YD: We didn't do it, Joey did.

Joey: Go me!

DD: Serves you right, Tris, stealing the boy's jelly beans like that.

Otogi: That'll learn ya.

Ryou: Oh, and Bakura and I didn't get a lemon because, well, it, umm…

YD: If you want Ryou/Bakura lemons, read Bakurasgirl's stuff.

DD: We may write one some day, if it fits into the story.

YD: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next one'll be up as soon as we can manage.