Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Friends and Lovers ❯ Chapter5 ( Chapter 5 )

Friends and Lovers

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

YD: Everyone ready to learn Seto's little secret?

Seto: *groans*

Everyone: YES!

DD: Just so you know Seto, I didn't write this. And it's pretty bad.

Bakura: When do I get to blow something up?

DD: If we let you light the BBQ, will you SHUT UP?!

Bakura: *eyes glaze over* BBQ…fire…

Joey: What's the number for 9-1-1?

YD: Oh yeah, we don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[[…]] Yami's thoughts

~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 5

~*~*~*~*~

Yugi grabbed the phone on the first ring.

"Motou residence."

"Yugi."

"Hey Seto! What's going on?"

"Is Tristan there?"

Yugi tossed the phone down the couch to Tristan and settled back into Yami's arms.

"Hello?"

"Tristan. I was wondering…"

"Everything okay Seto?" Tristan asked, frowning at the strange tone of his friend's voice.

"Um, can you come over to my place?"

"Sure. Why?"

"I've dismissed the staff and Mokuba's away for the weekend."

Tristan's eyebrows shot up. "Are you sure Seto?"

"Yes. I'll be waiting."

The line went dead.

Tristan clicked the phone off and turned to meet Yami's crimson stare.

/ Damn I hate that look. It's like he can see what I'm thinking./

"What was that about?" Yugi piped up.

"Nothing much." Tristan answered calmly. "I have to go over to Seto's."

"It's only 2 o'clock!" Yugi exclaimed. "Is he okay?! How come he's not at the office?!"

"He's okay Yug. He just wants me to help him with a few things."

"Oh." Yugi's face fell. "Well, maybe the rest of us shouldn't go over this weekend."

"No, he still wants you to come."

Yugi immediately brightened and bounced off Yami's lap. "I'm gonna go pack my stuff!" He pounded off down the hall.

Yami was still staring at Tristan, silent.

"What?"

"I don't suppose you want to tell me what comes from these periodic phone calls?"

"No Yami, I don't." Tristan stood. "I have to get going."

/ Not for nothing did Seto choose me to keep his secret. He has a reputation to protect./

Tristan headed downstairs, calling goodbye to Yugi as he went. Yami stood at the window watching Tristan leave.

[[ What are those two hiding?]]

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan reached for the doorknob.

/ I don't know if I have the heart for this anymore./

Opening the bedroom door, he found Seto just standing there, waiting for him. The pain in his friend's azure blue eyes tore at his heart. All he could do was give him what he wanted. Then the pain would leave. For a while.

"Tristan, I need…" He was cut off as Tristan backhanded him across the mouth. The blow rocked him back on his heels and he lifted his hand to his lips. Seeing the blood on his fingers, his eyes glazed over.

"You're fucking pathetic!" Tristan raged at him. "Pathetic!" He shoved Seto to the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Like it matters what you need!" He laughed. "The great Seto Kaiba! You're nothing more than a weak, scared little boy!"

He aimed a kick at Seto, catching him in the shoulder as he curled himself into a ball, shaking.

"Look at you! Where's your cold, calculating demeanor now, huh?! You're so fucking pitiful! Get up!"

Seto pulled himself to his feet and stood trembling, eyes downcast.

"Look at me!"

Seto raised his head, his glazed eyes locking with mocking brown.

"You're a sad excuse for a man Seto Kaiba." Tristan grinned malevolently.

"Are you a man Seto?" He reached out and ripped open Seto's shirt.

"Are you?" He pushed Seto onto the bed, straddling his hips. Bending down, he bit the other just below the collarbone, drawing blood.

"Maybe I should make a man out of you." He sat back up. "Answer me weakling!" He drew his hand back.

"Enough." Seto's voice was ragged.

Tristan looked down to see the glazed look was gone, only to be replaced by tears. His hand dropped and he moved off Seto, quickly gathering him into his arms. Seto began to sob quietly.

"Shhh. Seto, shhh. It's okay."

"Tristan...Tristan I..." Seto clung to him.

"Why? Why do you need this?" Tristan asked, as he always did.

And, as always, he got the same answer. "I don't know. I just do."

He pulled back, lifting Seto's face to his with a hand under his chin. He gently wipe the tears from his face, sighing.

"One of these days it's going to go too far."

Seto just shook his head.

Tristan lightly ran his thumb over Seto's swollen mouth then down to the still bleeding bite mark.

"I went a little overboard. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Seto said quietly. "I needed it."

"What you need is help."

"I can't Tristan. You know that. How long would it stay a secret that I'm seeing a shrink? I have my company to think about, and Mokuba."

"Seto.."

"Please Tristan. I need it this way."

Tristan sighed again as he stood, pulling Seto with him.

"You know I'll do anything for you Seto. You're my best friend." He led him toward the bathroom. "Shower time pal. The others will be here soon."

~*~*~*~*~

DD: Seto, why are you staring at us like that?

Seto: I'm contemplating which one of you to kill first.

Bakura: I'd go for Dragon. She wrote it. Can I help?

Yami: Great Ra Tristan! Mouth of a teamster!

Ryou: *blushing* Was that really necessary?

YD: Authenticity Ryou baby.

Bakura: How come Tristan's getting to do all the fun stuff?

YD: You'll just have to wait for another fic.

Tristan: *face in his hands* I want out of this story.

DD: Please keep the reviews coming! Oh and Shadow-Fox? I'm partial to chocolate chip! *grins*