Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Family By Choice ❯ chapter16 ( Chapter 16 )

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 EXPLICT YAOI (MALE/MALE SEX)! DON'T LIKE IT? 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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A/N: Thought my regular readers might be interested in this little review that I received off mediaminer.

Title: family by choice
Reviewed By: Anna Coleman On: April 22, 2004 19:11 EDT
Comment/Review:
I want to read a story, not a script. You need to work on your writing style.

I'm not sure how to reply to this, except to say…get bent. The only thing in script style is the commentary at the beginning and end of the chapter. Almost 4000 hits and well over 200 reviews, so far, on two sites for this story alone says there's nothing wrong with my writing style. I've been writing for 20 years and have been published.

If you have a problem with my style, DON'T read my writing!

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DD: Another lemon?

YD: Why not?

Tris: Why do I get the feeling that you're trying to make up for something here?

YD: Whatever would give you THAT idea?

Tris: *rolls eyes*

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Joey hung up the phone and turned to Tristan. "I've got to go out for a bit."

"What's going on?" Tristan looked up from the computer and turned his chair around, reaching out and drawing Joey into his lap.

Lexi was over at Seto's and they were in the den, Tristan working on the computer and Joey sitting on the love seat going over Josh's file, when the phone rang.

Joey sighed and snuggled against Tristan's chest. "They're discharging Angie from the hospital. Because they laid charges when she attacked that nurse, she has to be put into someone's custody. Jack wants me to go and bring her out to the clinic."

"Doesn't she have anyone who could do it? Relatives or something?"

"None that care." Joey said, feeling a flash of guilt. Until he found out if Angie knew about Tristan, he couldn't say anything. So far, she'd barely spoken to him. "I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"That's okay, baby." Tristan kissed him on the forehead. "Once Otogi gets out of the shower, I'll see if he wants to come over to Seto's with me."

"Sounds good. Just don't let him overdo it."

"I won't." Tristan received a kiss from the blond as he stood.

"Love you, angel."

"Love you too, baby." Tristan smiled as Joey left, hearing him calling goodbye to Otogi as he went.

It had felt so good to wake up with Joey in his arms that morning. Especially considering he had woke to Joey's hands and lips on his body, rousing him in a most pleasant way. Joey had made love to him with such tender passion, it had left him speechless.

He shook himself, turning back to the computer. The last thing he needed right now was to relive the memories of that morning. He'd never get any work done if he did.

He was half way through a press release when the den door opened and Otogi came in, his demeanor one of a man walking the green mile.

"What's up, Otogi?" Tristan gave the other man his full attention.

Otogi looked down at the floor. "Dan Atkinson."

"Excuse me?"

"His name is Dan Atkinson. He lives on Dearling Rd. It's about four blocks from where you guys used to live."

Tristan stood and approached Otogi, reaching out to cup his chin in his hand and tip his head up. "I'm going to make sure he never hurts you again."

Otogi didn't meet Tristan's eyes, stepping away from the gentle touch. "Can I go home now?"

"No." Tristan shook his head. "Not until I track him down and have a little talk to him."

Otogi turned away, his shoulders slumped. He walked toward the door slowly, not saying a word.

"Otogi," Tristan grabbed him by the arm. "What's wrong?"

"I want to go home, Tristan." Otogi whispered. "Please."

"I just want to keep you safe, kitten."

Eyes wide, Otogi spun around. "What did you just say?!"

/Shit./ "I said I want to make sure you're safe. I don't want to see you hurt like that again." Tristan said, making a quick recovery.

"But you said…"

Tristan let go of Otogi's arm and stepped around him. "Want some coffee?"

{{You're not changing the subject that easily, Tristan.}} Now Otogi grabbed Tristan by the arm, stopping him. "Tristan…"

Tristan turned, an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"You said…" Otogi trailed off, the look in Tristan's eyes making the words catch in his throat. "Umm…coffee sounds good."

Tristan looked down into the hypnotizing emerald eyes. /Gods, he looks so sad./

Otogi's entire body jerked in shock as Tristan brought a hand up, his fingertips softly brushing Otogi's cheek. A warm hand cupped his face and he could only stand, stunned, as Tristan lowered his head and their lips met.

It was a gentle kiss, no more than the barest pressure, and too soon Tristan pulled away.

Their eyes met and held, both of them more than a little shocked by Tristan's actions.

"I…I'll get you some coffee." Tristan whispered, his voice husky.

He spun on his heel and walked swiftly away, leaving Otogi behind, wordless with amazement.

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Mokuba sat on the bed in Roger's room, idly turning a piece of paper over in his hands. It was a picture of him and Justin that the little boy had drawn for him.

He looked up as Roger came into the room, carrying two glasses of soda.

Roger set the glasses down and sat next to his lover, taking the picture from his hands and setting it aside. "It's okay, baby. You can see them again tomorrow."

"I miss them, Rog." Mokuba said, going to the comfort of the other's arms. "And I miss Joey and Tristan and…and Ryou and Bakura. I miss my family."

"I know you do." Roger said softly, stroking the shaggy hair.

"Why is Seto being such an asshole?"

"I don't know, love. Maybe you should ask him." Roger tilted Mokuba's head up with a finger under his chin. "There has to be a reason."

"But what…what if he won't talk to me?"

"Listen, call Yami and tell him you want to talk to your brother. Yami will make him."

"You have a lot of faith in Yami's abilities." Mokuba smiled slightly.

Roger shrugged. "Well, you could always convince Yugi to cut him off if he doesn't."

Mokuba laughed. "That'll work if nothing else will."

"You know," Roger ran his hands through Mokuba's hair, leaning down to trail his lips across the side of his face. "Mom's gone out for a few hours."

"Is that a hint?" Mokuba smiled, running his hands down Roger's chest.

"Well, only if you want to. We don't have to, baby. I know you've been, well…"

Mokuba reached up and touched Roger's face. "I'm sorry, love. I don't know why it hurts so much. It's not that I don't love making love with you. I do."

"Did you talk to Joey about it? I know you were going to."

"I did." Mokuba nodded. "He wasn't much help though."

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FLASHBACK

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"What's up, colt?" Joey sat down on the front steps next to Mokuba.

"I…well…I kinda need to talk to you about something."

Joey took in the bright blush staining the pale cheeks. "Mokuba, you know you can talk to me about anything. Everything okay between you and Roger?"

"Yeah. It's just…" Mokuba looked down at his hands, completely embarrassed. "We've been…we've been having some problems in…in bed."

"What kind of problems?"

Mokuba looked up, seeing honest curiosity in the amber eyes. "It…it hurts."

"Hurts who?"

"Me." Mokuba whispered, ducking his head. "It hurts when he…umm…when he…well…prepares me."

"Hey." Joey waited until Mokuba looked up at him. "This is me. You don't have to be embarrassed."

"It's just…it's kinda hard to talk about."

Joey put his arm around Mokuba's shoulders. "I understand. Let me ask you this. Is he gentle with you?"

"Mmhm." Mokuba nodded. "But I keep tensing up. Roger would never hurt me, but…Joey? Promise me you won't say anything to Roger."

"You know me better than that, kiddo." Joey said blandly, giving Mokuba a squeeze.

"Well…sometimes…sometimes I get scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I don't know. But when he does that…it's like…I don't know." Mokuba leaned into Joey with a sigh of frustration. "I love him, Joey. I WANT him to touch me. I WANT to make love with him."

"Mokuba…you guys haven't been sleeping together for that long. And…well…there's always some pain."

"I know that. But this is bad. It…it feels like I'm being torn apart."

"What's Roger got to say about this?"

Tears came to Mokuba's eyes. "He's really upset about it. He thinks it's something he's doing wrong."

"I'm only asking this so I can understand better but…Roger has a lot of experience, doesn't he?"

"Depends on your definition of a lot." Mokuba replied defensively. "I'm not his first, but he's not a slut, if that's what you're asking."

"I didn't mean it that way, Mokuba." Joey said.

"I'm sorry." Mokuba said, looking down again. "It's just…I don't want anyone thinking he is."

"I know he's not. But he knows what he's doing, right?"

Mokuba nodded. "But…why does it hurt so much?"

"I don't know." Joey rubbed the teen's back. "I'm sorry I'm not being much help."

"That's…that's okay, Joey."

"Well, I can tell you a few things you guys might want to try…"

Joey went on to give his own brand of advice to Mokuba, ending the conversation with an open invitation to talk again if he needed it.

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END FLASBACK

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Mokuba got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a bottle.

He brought it back over to the bed and handed it to Roger. "He said this might help. It's supposed to be better than the gel."

Roger shook the bottle, grinning at the colored liquid. "And is the fact that it's raspberry flavored supposed to help too?"

"Most definitely." Mokuba reached out and cupped Roger's face in his hands, kissing him deeply.

When it ended, Roger looked into his love's eyes, his own filling with tears. "Mokuba…oh, Mokuba…I love you so much!"

Mokuba pulled Roger to his feet, pulling at his clothes. Soon enough, they were standing together, naked, their hands fervently caressing each other's bodies. Mokuba moaned softly as Roger's hands ghosted over his stomach. He fell back onto the bed, pulling his blue eyed lover down on top of him.

"Love me, Roger." Mokuba ran his hands over the other's back. "Please…love me."

Roger slowly kissed his way down Mokuba's body, worshiping the smooth skin with little nips and licks. He slid off the bed and onto his knees. He spread Mokuba's legs and moved between them, running his hands over his thighs. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of his inner thigh, shivering as he heard Mokuba whimper.

Moving up, he licked along the entire length of his lover's arousal, from base to tip. Mokuba twitched, his hands sinking into Roger's hair, gripping tightly.

Roger engulfed the hot flesh completely, sucking hard and working to bring Mokuba to release. He had found if he did it this way, Mokuba wasn't as tense when he prepared him.

Mokuba drew his legs up, resting his feet on the bed. "Please, Roger…do it. I want you."

Roger released him and looked up, seeing Mokuba propped up on his elbows, looking down at him. "Baby…are you sure?"

"Yes. Please, love. I need you."

Roger bit his lip. He really didn't want to hurt Mokuba. Every time they made love, it caused Mokuba pain. Maybe…maybe he could try what Joey had suggested.

What Mokuba didn't know was that after Joey had spoken to him, he had taken Roger aside and talked to him as well. Much to Roger's mortification, Joey had made a few suggestions as to how to get Mokuba to relax more…or at least be less aware of the pain.

He grabbed the lubricant from the floor where he had dropped it, ducking his head to hide his flaming cheeks. The thought of what Joey had suggested embarrassed him, coming from the source it did, but the thought of doing it to Mokuba sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

He opened the bottle and poured a generous amount into his hand, coating his fingers. He placed another kiss to Mokuba's leg and traced a finger over his enterance. He felt Mokuba tense as he gently pressed the digit into him.

"Shh…baby. Relax." Roger withdrew his finger.

Mokuba strove to do what Roger had asked him. He fell back onto the bed, a sharp gasp falling from his lips as he felt something hot and wet probe at his enterance. "Roger!"

Roger kept up what he was doing, rubbing his hands together. He reached up and grasped Mokuba's arousal in one slick hand, pumping him even as he pulled back and pushed a finger into him again, withdrawing it almost immediately before going back to his previous activity.

He repeated his actions until Mokuba relaxed enough to allow him to insert another digit. He began the process again, and soon Mokuba was sobbing, begging Roger to take him.

Roger moved away completely, taking up the lubricant again and covering his arousal with it. As he stood up, Mokuba turned over on the bed, going to his hands and knees.

"Please, Rog. Oh, gods! Please!"

Grasping Mokuba's hips, he slowly pushed himself into his lover's tight channel, biting his lip against the need to bury himself roughly inside the other's body.

Mokuba bucked back against him desperately. The pain was there, but it didn't matter. The need for his icy eyed love far outweighed any discomfort he was feeling. He felt Roger become fully seated inside him and he sobbed, the sensation of being filled, completed, washing over him.

Roger held still, rubbing Mokuba's back. "Don't move, love. Just wait. It'll be better if you do."

"Roger…" There were tears flowing down Mokuba's face, soaking the bed clothes beneath him. "I love you!"

"I love you too, Mo." Roger leaned down and kissed Mokuba between the shoulder blades.

"Please…move. I'm okay. Really."

Roger grasped Mokuba's hips and withdrew, only to push back in at an almost leisurely pace. He was going to take this slow. He wanted to make sure his lover received as much pleasure as possible.

Mokuba's fingers dug into the mattress and he bit his lip as Roger moved on him. Despite the pain, it always felt good when Roger made love to him, but it had never been like this before. He could feel the love in Roger's movements and he knew his lover was holding back for him.

"Love…it feels so good." Mokuba said, wanting Roger to know.

"You feel amazing, Mokuba." Roger's voice was laced with desire. "I want it to feel good for you."

"It…it does." Mokuba rose to his knees, leaning back against Roger.

Roger stopped moving, opting instead for running his hands over Mokuba's body, a bare whispering of touch over sweat-slick flesh. "I love you, Mokuba Kaiba. With all my heart. There's no one else for me but you…there never has been."

"Oh, Roger…I never want to be without you. Never leave me." Mokuba said, and then cried out as Roger's fingers enclosed his erection.

"Come for me, baby." Roger began stroking him, still not moving.

"Rog…oh, gods…Rog." Mokuba gasped, his hands closing over Roger's arm where it encircled his waist.

"Come, Mokuba."

Mokuba's body went taut as he was quickly thrust to the precipice. He teetered there for a brief moment, aware of only Roger…his hands, his warm breath on his neck, his heart beating frantically against his back, and his arousal, still buried deep inside him, hot and throbbing.

A deep moan rose in his throat and he thrust, once, into Roger's grip, his seed spilling over his lover's fist.

"Mokuba…my love…" Roger groaned as he filled Mokuba's body with the proof of his devotion.

He shuddered hard as he felt Mokuba lift his hand, licking his own release from his fingers. He withdrew slowly from his lover and eased him down on the bed, lying beside him. He held Mokuba close, nuzzling his face into the shaggy, sweat damp locks.

"Mmmm…" Mokuba purred, kissing Roger's neck. "Love you."

Roger brought Mokuba's hand to his lips, kissing the tips of his fingers. He was about to reply in kind when his gaze fell on the ring he had placed on the other's finger. "Mo…remember on your birthday when Otogi asked if this ring meant what he thought it did?"

"Yeah." Mokuba said, looking sleepily up at his lover.

"Well…do you think…" Roger's eyes grew completely serious. "Do you think that maybe it could?"

"What?!"

Roger bit his lip and Mokuba could see uncertainty lurking in the ice blue eyes. "Mokuba…I…I love you. And, well…I…" He took a deep breath. "Will you marry me?"

"You…you want me to marry you?" Mokuba whispered, not sure he had heard right.

Roger nodded. "Yes."

"Oh gods! Yes!" Mokuba launched himself at the other boy. "YES!"

Roger kissed him briefly and then pushed him back, looking into his eyes. "Mo, I know I can't provide for you the way you're used to, but…well…once we're done school, I can get a job so we can have our own place…"

"Screw that!" Mokuba interrupted. "Roger, I'm rich. I've got more than enough for both of us."

"But…"

"I mean it." Mokuba cupped Roger's face in his hand. "You don't even need to work. Once exams are over, we'll get married. I know the minister that married Tristan and Joey would do it for us."

"We need to tell your family." Roger said, looking worried.

Mokuba frowned. "Oh, yeah."

"Seto's not going to react well."

"I don't care." Mokuba said firmly. "You're my life now, Roger. The rest of my family will understand that. If he can't, that's his loss."

"I don't want to take you away from your brother."

"You're not. He's the one who's distancing himself."

"Tell you what." Roger kissed Mokuba on the forehead. "Let's wait until Mom gets home and tell her first. Then we'll go over to your brother's and tell them."

Mokuba nodded and cuddled into Roger's chest. "You'll come with me, right?"

"Of course I will, baby." Roger said. "We can stop at Tristan and Joey's on the way back and tell them, okay?"

"I'd like that. I know we can count on them to support us. Even if Seto doesn't. Who knows. Maybe we can get Tristan to talk some sense into him."

Roger didn't reply, just leaned in and kissed Mokuba softly. Tristan had spoken to Seto before. He hadn't been able to make him see then, and Roger seriously doubted he'd be able to do it this time, either.

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Otogi was sitting on the couch, reading, when Lexi came running into the room, already dressed for bed in her nightgown, her little feet bare.

She stopped in front of him, panting, her hands making little grasping motions as her eyes darted around as if she was looking for something.

"What's the matter, little girl?" Otogi put his book down.

"Togi! Da-ee no fine Lexi!" The child was trembling, looking up at the raven haired man with huge eyes.

"Why?"

"Da-ee a Lexi pay hie-a-teek. Lexi nee pace a hie. Da-ee no fine! Togi dot-a `elp Lexi!"

Otogi quickly scanned the room, trying to think of a place for her to hide.

"'urry, Togi! Da-ee top tounting toon!"

"Come here." Otogi grabbed Lexi around the waist and picked her up, setting her in his lap with her back against him. "I have an idea."

"Ow Lexi ta-pozeda hie he-war?"

"Like this!" Otogi reached behind himself and pulled all his hair over his shoulder. He dropped it, covering Lexi completely…or almost. Her little, bare feet stuck out from under the waterfall of midnight strands. "Now…be REALLY quiet."

"O-tay, Togi." Lexi giggled.

"Here I come, Lexi!" Joey called from upstairs.

Lexi giggled again, wiggling in Otogi's lap. She clutched onto his hair, burying her face in it. "Da-ee no fine Lexi!"

"Shh." Otogi warned her.

"O-tay, Togi!" She whispered loudly.

Joey came into the living room, looking around for his daughter. He looked over toward the couch and a huge grin lit his face. "Oh, gods." He spun around and ran out of the room, coming back seconds later, dragging Tristan. "Tris, I can't find Lexi. We were playing hide and seek and I lost her."

"Oh, no." Tristan clenched his hands into fists to keep from grabbing the child as they stood over Otogi. "What are we going to do? We lost Lexi."

.

Lexi giggled again, her little toes wiggling.

"Gods," Tristan whispered. "I don't think I can take it."

"I don't know what happened to her, Tristan." Otogi grinned. "She was here a second ago and then she just…disappeared."

Lexi brought her hands up, parting Otogi's hair and peeking out. Seeing the look on Tristan's face, her eyes went wide. "Oh, holy hell." She said distinctly, sounding remarkably like the larger of her fathers.

"Nope. Can't take it." Tristan reached out, pulling Otogi's hair aside and grabbing his daughter from the other man's lap. "You are SO in trouble!"

Lexi shrieked, causing all three men to wince. "Papa! NO! No quish Lexi!"

"I have to!" Tristan squeezed the little girl. "That's the rules when you act so damn cute!"

"Da-ee! Da-ee tave Lexi! Togi! Togi, `elp!!" Lexi squirmed in Tristan's grip.

Joey laughed and pried Lexi from Tristan. Not that it did her any good. She squealed as Joey covered her face with kisses, squeezing her.

"Da-ee derms!" Lexi wiped her face with both hands.

"Hey!" Joey protested, mock-pouting.

Lexi grabbed Joey by the hair, pulling his face close to hers. "Lexi low Da-ee derms! Mow, peas!"

Tristan made a strangled sound, biting his lip as he back away to keep from doing something drastic.

Otogi burst out laughing at the look on the big brunet's face. "Joey you'd better get her out of here. I think Tristan's going to blow a gasket or something."

"Well, it is time for you to go to bed, little miss." Joey said. "You have to go to work with Papa in the morning."

"Joey, can I keep her tomorrow?" Otogi asked, a pleading look in his eyes. "I was thinking maybe we could watch some movies or bake cookies or something."

"YES!" Lexi squealed. "Lexi tay a Togi!"

Joey looked at Tristan, who shrugged. "I guess so."

"Tippie!" Lexi bounced in Joey's arms.

"Okay, well, you still need to go to bed."

"Tan Togi tut Lexi a bed?"

"I'd love to." Otogi stood up. "Kiss Daddy and Papa goodnight."

Lexi kissed Joey and then held her arms out to Tristan. "Papa tiss…no quish, o-tay?"

Tristan sighed. "Okay."

Lexi giggled as her other father kissed her goodnight and then went to Otogi's arms, burying her fingers in his hair. "Togi weed Lexi tories?"

"Not too many." Joey said.

Tristan walked over to Joey and slid an arm around his waist. "About half an hour's worth."

Lexi pouted, but it quickly disappeared as both of her fathers gave her stern looks. "O-tay."

"I thought you did very well that time, angel." Joey complimented his husband as Otogi carried Lexi upstairs.

"Please," Tristan let go of Joey and turned toward the kitchen. "She was lucky to get away with what she did."

Joey snickered and followed Tristan into the kitchen. He watched the brunet move around the room, making coffee for both of them.

[Gods, I don't know what's gotten into me.] A bolt of desire passed through Joey's body as he looked at his husband. [After last night and this morning it's like I can't keep my hands off him.]

He spied the bowl of jellybeans that he kept on the counter and he went over, picking through them until he found the one he wanted. With a smirk, he turned back around, clearing his throat to get Tristan's attention.

He made a show of putting a purple jellybean in his mouth, his eyes locked with Tristan's. He grinned wolfishly as he saw Tristan shiver. Holding out his hand, his grin turned into an inviting smile and he took Tristan's hand and led him outside onto the patio.

Joey guided Tristan over to the bench and pushed him down to sit on it and then straddled his legs. He cupped Tristan's face in his hands and leaned in to kiss him. The second their lips met, they parted, tongues tangling, and Tristan moaned quietly.

Pulling back, Joey looked into Tristan's eyes. "You might want to block Seto."

"Really?" Tristan grinned.

"Yeah, really. Apparently Yami got jumped on the kitchen counter last night."

Tristan laughed. "Okay. Consider it done."

"Good." Joey's hands went to the hem of his tee shirt and he pulled it off, throwing it carelessly aside. He proceeded to unbutton Tristan's shirt, slowly rocking his hips against him. "I can't get enough of you, Tris. All day I just wanted to get you alone so I could love you like this."

"What if Otogi comes out here?" Tristan protested, albeit half-heartedly.

"He won't. Lexi'll have him reading stories for the next hour. He's such a push-over with her."

"Well, then. Get back here." Tristan dug his hands into Joey's hair and claimed his lips again.

They kissed deeply, getting lost in the feel of each other, until they had to break apart for air. Joey was still rubbing himself against his husband, and his hands against the muscled chest, feeling Tristan's arousal growing. He reached between them, his hand closing over the bulge in Tristan's pants.

Tristan hissed, retaliating by reaching up and teasing Joey's nipples with his thumbs. He bent his head and kissed along the blond's shoulder and up his neck. He was forced to stop as Joey slipped from his lap to kneel between his legs.

Wasting no time, Joey loosed Tristan's erection and lowered his head, taking him completely into his mouth.

"Baby…" Tristan's hands found their way back into Joey's hair, his fingers gently kneading the blond's scalp.

Joey drew back, wrapping his hand around his lover's length, stroking him as he teased at the head of Tristan's arousal with the tip of his tongue. Tristan groaned, thrusting up into Joey's grasp.

Joey looked up, meeting Tristan's eyes. "Let me taste you, angel."

Tristan shuddered, his eyes slipping closed and his head falling back. Joey released his grip and took Tristan into his mouth again, deep throating him and swallowing around him. Tristan cried out softly, thrusting up again.

Joey worked him hard, wanting nothing more than to pleasure his love. Before long, he felt Tristan tense and he trembled, climaxing with a deep moan. Joey swallowed eagerly, taking every last drop of his husband's release.

Tristan became aware again when Joey crawled back into his lap, resting his head against Tristan's shoulder. Joey's breaths came in small, ragged pants and his whole body was shaking.

Stroking his hands down the blond's sweat-slick back, Tristan kissed the side of his face. "Move back, baby."

Joey did, grateful when Tristan wrapped an arm around him. He moaned as Tristan brought the other hand to caress his clothed erection.

"Please…Tris…" Joey whimpered.

Tristan undid Joey's pants one-handed, wrapping his fingers around the hot flesh inside. Joey pulled his pants open to give his lover better access. He moved to kiss Tristan when the brunet began stroking him, sobbing into his mouth as he felt the tension twisting in his stomach.

He smoothed the palms of his hands over Tristan's chest, pulling from the kiss and beginning to thrust into Tristan's hand. "Mmm… close …so good, angel."

"That's my boy. Come for me, love." Tristan whispered, pumping him harder.

"Gods…oh, Tristan…please…"

Tristan yanked Joey against him, crashing their lips together as the blond's body convulsed, swallowing his cry of pleasure.

Joey collapsed against Tristan, his head falling against the brunet's shoulder. Tristan held him gently, stroking his hair and murmuring endearments.

Joey eventually lifted his head and their lips met once again, tenderly, neither one of them aware of the other presence just inside the doorway or hearing the dejected sigh as the figure moved away.

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"I'm not so sure I can do this, Roger." Mokuba said, clutching onto his lover's hand as they stood on the steps of the mansion.

"Baby, I know you can." Roger reassured him. "Yami said that he'd make Seto listen. Yugi will be there too, and they're both on our side."

"We should have brought your mom with us."

Roger shook his head. "She wouldn't involve herself in this. This is between you and your brother. I'm directly involved, and I want to be here."

"I'm glad you are, love." Mokuba squeezed Roger's hand before letting go and opening the door.

"UNCLE MOKUBA!" Justin must have been waiting for him to show up. He threw himself into his uncle's outstretched arms, hugging him as hard as his five year old arms would allow. "Are you home for good?"

Mokuba picked the child up, kissing the top of his head. Before he could answer, Seto walked into the foyer, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Roger.

"Mokuba," Seto's voice was cold. In fact, he sounded exactly as he had as a teenager, before Tristan and the others had come into their lives. "What are you doing here?"

"He came to see you, Seto." Yami said quietly, also arriving, Yugi at his side holding Matthew.

Mokuba put Justin down and reached for the youngest of his nephews, bringing him close. "Hello, little man."

Matthew fisted his hands in Mokuba's hair and pulled, giving him a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. He laughed happily, covering Mokuba's face in drool.

"He's missed you, Mokuba." Yugi said.

"I've missed him too." Mokuba whispered.

"As touching as all this is, you haven't answered my question." Seto said.

Yugi's eyes widened at Seto's tone. "Seto…"

"I'll take the kids to Claudine." Yami interrupted. "Seto, go into the den. We need to talk."

Seto opened his mouth to speak a scathing retort, but the look on Yami's face stopped him. He spun on his heel and left without a word.

"Daddy?" Justin's voice was small and scared as he looked up at Yugi. "Is Dad mad about something?"

"Don't worry about it, son." Yami said, taking Matthew from Mokuba and holding out his hand to Justin. "Come with me."

Justin cast a glance at Yugi. Yugi nodded at him and the child reluctantly put his hand in Yami's and allowed himself to be lead away.

The others waited for Yami to return before heading for the den. Arriving there they found the door open and Seto standing with his back to them, looking out the windows. They could tell by the set of his shoulders that he was more than mad.

Seto turned around as they came in, his eyes immediately going to Mokuba. "I'll ask you one more time…what are you doing here?"

"I came to talk." Mokuba said, reaching for Roger's hand and fighting not to back away from the murderous look that flared in his brother's eyes. "Seto, I need to know why…"

"You have no right to question me, Mokuba." Seto said coldly. "I told you before; I make the decisions for this family. If you can't abide by them…"

"I want to know the reason why!" Mokuba could feel his control slipping. "Why do you have such a problem with me being with Roger?!"

"I don't owe you any explanations."

"Seto," Yami spoke up. "You do owe him an explanation. You owe us all one."

Seto shook his head. "I have my reasons…and they're mine alone. I don't need to share them with anyone."

Mokuba felt his temper snap. He had always hated it when Seto acted like this, but before it had been directed at others, never him. His hands clenched into fists and he took a step toward Seto, shaking off Roger's restraining hand.

"Who do you think you are?!" He shouted. "I'm NOT a little kid that you can just arbitrarily make a decision regarding my life and expect me to obey you like one of your servants!"

"Mokuba, I've always done what was best for you. And you've always trusted me." Seto's own voice rose to match his brother's. "Why won't you listen to me?! He's no good for you! He's probably only after your money!"

Mokuba's eyes narrowed. "I'm sick of your attitude, Seto. You know what?" Mokuba pointed a finger at the elder Kaiba. "You can go FUCK yourself!"

"Get out." Seto's voice was deadly and his gaze flickered to Roger. "And take THAT with you."

Yami and Yugi could only stare speechless as the two siblings fought. Roger wisely kept his mouth shut, though he was finding it very difficult not to punch Seto in the mouth.

"You want me to leave?" Mokuba hissed. "Fine. Don't expect me back, BIG BROTHER. But if you think you can keep me from seeing the rest of the family, you're sadly mistaken."

Not giving the other a chance to reply, Mokuba took Roger's hand again and left the room, leaving Yami and Yugi, stunned, behind.

They left the mansion without speaking to anyone and only Roger saw Mokuba's tears.

~*~*~*~*~

Walters opened the door, looking bleary eyed at the two men on his step.

One, he recognized immediately, the other looked familiar; though he was sure he had never met him before.

"Hello, Brian." Becket said.

"What do you want?" Walters eyed the man suspiciously.

"I heard about your misfortunate dealing with Kaiba." Becket gestured to his companion. "This is Greg Taylor."

Walters' eyes narrowed. That's why he looked familiar. He looked a lot like his son.

"Mr. Walters," Greg said. "I have a job for you."

"What kind of job?"

"May we come in?" Becket asked. "This is not the type of business we should be discussing on the doorstep."

Walters held open the door and allowed the other two men to enter. He led them into his living room and sat in his recliner, indicating they should seat themselves on the couch. He noticed for the first time the bag Greg was carrying.

"What's in the bag?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Tools for the job." Greg replied.

"So, tell me about this job."

"It's simple and straight forward." Greg opened the bag, revealing a sharp-shooter's rifle. "Take this and kill my son."

~*~*~*~*~

"Baby, you HAVE to go see him." Roger insisted, pulling his lover close.

They were standing in the school yard, before the bell rang. Mokuba was crying.

"I…I can't." Mokuba buried his face in Roger's hair. "He w-won't listen to me."

Roger shook his head. He had been up all night, holding Mokuba and listening to him cry. Even his mother had lent her voice to the argument that he should try to talk to his brother again.

"Listen to me." Roger pulled back and looked Mokuba in the eye. "Go to his office. Chances are, Tristan will be there. If anyone can keep a rein on Seto, it's Tristan. You know he supports us."

"Do…do you really think so?"

"Of course." Roger kissed Mokuba on the forehead. "Go. I'll make your excuses. I'll tell the principal that you had a family emergency or something."

"Aren't you going to come with me?!" Mokuba's eyes went wide.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Mo. I have to wonder if he would have reacted the way he did yesterday if I hadn't of been there."

Mokuba sighed. The thought had crossed his mind as well. He wrapped his arms tightly around Roger, leaning down and brushing their lips together. Roger responded, parting his lips and giving control of the kiss to Mokuba.

They broke apart at the sound of a few cat-calls and Roger glared at the crowd of students.

"I'll call Jeff to take me over." Mokuba said, reaching up and brushing his fingers over his love's face.

Roger nodded, grabbing Mokuba's hand and kissing the tips of his fingers. "Just remember, baby…I love you."

"He's not going to separate us, love." Mokuba replied, his voice determined. "I won't let him."

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan pulled Seto into his arms, trying his best to comfort his distraught friend.

"I just…I lost my temper." Seto shook his head, turning on the couch and resting his head on Tristan's shoulder. "When I saw Roger, I just lost it."

"And you reverted to the old Seto we all knew and hated."

"I couldn't help it." Seto shivered. "Yugi's furious with me. Last night he…in bed…he pulled away from me when I wanted to hold him. He called me an asshole and he left the room. He didn't come back."

Tristan stroked Seto's hair. "Yami?"

"He stayed with me. He didn't ask any questions." Seto sighed. "He tried to talk to Yugi, but…gods, Tris. I don't know what to do."

"Come on." Tristan untangled himself and stood. "Let's go."

Seto looked up with tear filled eyes. "Where are we going?"

"Over to Mokuba's school. We're hauling both him AND Roger out and you're going to talk to them."

"Tris…"

/NOW!/

Seto winced as Tristan's voice blasted through their bond. "Okay. I'll go."

Tristan pulled Seto up off the couch and led him out of the office, telling Gina that they were going out for a while and asking her to let Teddy know.

They got into the elevator and Tristan pushed the button for the lobby.

"Why aren't we going to the garage?" Seto asked.

Tristan shrugged. "There was someone parked in my space this morning. I had to park in the lot next door."

"You should have called security and had them tow it."

"It's just a parking space, Seto." Tristan rolled his eyes.

The doors opened and they stepped from the elevator, heading for the bank of glass doors. They stepped through and onto the sidewalk, but before they could turn to head toward the parking lot, a familiar car pulled up, stopping just past them.

Seto stiffened as he watched Mokuba get out of the car and approach.

/Don't even THINK about starting on him, Seto./

{I wasn't going to. I was just…}

"Seto," Mokuba stopped in front of Tristan, almost afraid to approach his brother. "I…"

Mokuba was suddenly thrown forward as if by some unseen force and a sharp crack was heard as he landed against Tristan.

"Mokuba!" Tristan's arms came around the teen.

"Oh, gods…no!" Seto went pale as blood began to seep through Mokuba's shirt.

Tristan dropped to the ground, shielding Mokuba with his body, not even hearing the screams of the people around them. Seto sank to his knees, reaching out to touch his brother.

"Seto…" Mokuba clutched his stomach, his hands red with his own blood.

"Shh, little brother." Seto was vaguely aware of security guards surrounding them and Bakura's voice shouting orders. "Don't talk."

"I'm…I'm sorry, Seto." Mokuba lifted a bloodstained hand, touching Seto's cheek.

"Come on, Mokuba, stay with us." Tristan fought back a wave of panic as the blood continued to flow and glazed grey eyes dimmed.

Mokuba looked up at Seto, his eyes slipping closed. "I still…love you…big brother."

Seto didn't even hear himself screaming his brother's name as Mokuba went limp in Tristan's arms.

~*~*~*~*~

Joey: Okay, Tris…as primary muse, you get dib on saying what we all want to say.

Tris: You two are SO dead!

YD: *rolls eyes* Please, I'm used to it by now.

DD: Unfortunately, so am I.

Seto: Who gave you permission to do that to my little brother?

YD: *points at self* Do the words "all powerful author" mean anything to you?

Seto: No.

Yugi: Readers? Kill them.

Ryou: But if they do, we won't know what's gonna happen!

Yugi: Point taken.