Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Friends and Lovers ❯ Chapter3 ( Chapter 3 )

Friends and Lovers

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

YD: So, now things get interesting.

Bakura: `bout time!

DD: Think you can handle this Tristan?

Tristan: Can I please leave now?

Yami: What? And miss all the fun?

Ryou: Seto, please put down the lamp.

Joey: Touchy lately, aren't you? Stock market crash or something?

Ryou: Seto! Please PUT DOWN THE LAMP!

DD: Tristan, can you do the disclaimer?

Tristan: Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon do not own YGO. Can I leave now?

YD: SIT!

Bakura: Can I tie him to the chair for you? Please?

DD: *sighs* Let's get to the story, shall we?

Note: [….] Seto's thoughts

/…./ Tristan's thoughts

Warning: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS YAOI(MALE/MALE SEX). IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!!

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Chapter 3

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Seto locked the door behind him.

Tristan stepped into his arms, smiling softly as Seto pressed little kisses all over his face.

"Mmmm, Seto." He breathed, pulling the other's shirt from him.

He trailed his fingers over Seto's smooth chest, thumbing the nipples and chuckling low at the sharp intake of breath.

Seto grinned as he pushed Tristan back towards the bed, beginning to undress his as he did so.

Attaining both of his goals, Seto gave Tristan a shove, toppling him back onto the bed. Quickly shedding the rest of his clothes, he joined him, pulling him up to lie among the pillows.

Leaning on his elbow, Seto looked down into Tristan's face.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." Tristan replied shortly.

He pulled Seto down on top of him, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss.

[Something's…different.] He could feel Tristan's desperation in the lips moving feverently against his and the hands clutching his shoulders.

[When we're together it's always slow and gentle. Unless I ask him to…] He cut the thought off at the roots. [I wish I could solve this problem for him. Not just make him forget.]

/ Forget. Lose myself in Seto. Just like I always do. It's not fair. To either of us. But I can't help myself./

"Seto, I don't want to wait."

Seto reached for the bottle on the bedside table but Tristan stayed his hand.

"Don't bother. Just…just…please Seto."

Searching Tristan's eyes he saw the desperation he had earlier felt along with a need he didn't understand.

[Just give him what he needs. He does it for you often enough.]

He tried to enter him as gently as possible, but there was no help for it. Tristan cried out sharply, pain and pleasure warring. A knife twisted in Seto's heart. He lay quietly, giving the other time to recover himself. Tristan didn't take it.

Seto tried to move slowly, not wanting to cause him any more pain, but Tristan wouldn't have it, thrusting upwards, demanding.

Before he knew what was happen, Seto felt Tristan's body jerk violently as he screamed with his release, sending Seto over the edge.

Seto collapsed onto Tristan's chest. He couldn't catch his breath.

[Holy shit! What was that all about?]

He rolled over on to his back. His breathing was starting to return to normal. He looked over at Tristan. He was unconscious.

Seto drew him into his arms, noting how cold he was. Drawing the covers over them, he cuddled Tristan closer, willing the warmth back into his body.

After a while, Tristan's eyes opened. His look was somewhat dazed and confused.

"Seto?"

"Yeah buddy. You okay?"

"I…I think so. Did I pass out?"

"Yep." Seto grinned. "Wild man."

Tristan didn't smile back. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For what?! For…for that!"

"Don't be silly Tristan. There's nothing to apologize for."

"Gods, I'm tired."

"Go to sleep Tristan. I'd better go do something about dinner before Bakura decides to start cooking."

Tristan shivered. He'd eaten Bakura's cooking before and would swear to his dieing day that his steak was still moving.

Seto slid out of bed, heading to the en suite bathroom to clean up and dress. When he came back, Tristan was curled up in the middle of the bed, sound asleep.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Seto brushed his fingers across Tristan's cheek.

[I wish you'd talk to me, as if I didn't already know what's wrong. I won't push. It's not my place. We may not love each other that way, but you are my best friend.]

Seto placed a soft kiss on Tristan's forehead. With a sigh, he left the room, closing the door softly behind him as he went.

Bakura: Tristan! Go boy!

Tristan: Shut up, you ass.

Joey: You're going soft here Seto.

Seto: *testily* It's fiction puppy.

DD: Right. That means we get to take you all out of character however we want.

Yami: Did I spot a spoiler?

YD: *snickering* You sure did.

DD: *whispering to YD* Remind me to get rid of the lamps before we write that chapter, okay?

DD: Please R&R dear readers.

YD: And no flames, if you please.

Bakura: The end of chapter three and I still haven't gotten my hands on anything sharp. *sighs*