Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Friends and Lovers ❯ Chapter8 ( Chapter 8 )

Friends and Lovers

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Ryou: Finally! I was afraid you were going to take the day off or something!

DD: I wouldn't to that to you babe. Now Dragon, on the other hand…

Joey: Come on already! You're killing me here!!

YD: Take a pill Joey. Hey Bakura! Pass the lemons!

Bakura: Really? ALRIGHT!!

Seto: They still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh…so please don't sue them. I'd end up having to pay their lawyer's fees.

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

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Chapter 8

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Seto blinked. "Be with you?"

Yami laid a hand on Seto's bare chest, over his heart. "We love you. Both of us. But we weren't sure until today of your true relationship with Tristan."

Yugi moved to Seto's other side, pressing close and laying his hand over Yami's. "Do you want to be with us Seto?"

He'd always been intrigued by them. Yugi because of his child-like innocence and total understanding and acceptance of the people he cared for. And Yami...well, who wouldn't be attracted to Yami with his crimson eyes that seemed to look into your soul and his air of total self-assurance.

What they were offering him was incredible. A safe haven, freedom from loneliness, love. Did he want this?

"Oh gods, yes!" He pulled Yami to him, kissing him passionately, tongue begging for enterance.

Yami granted his request, reaching up a hand to cup Seto's cheek.

Breaking the kiss, Seto reached out and pulled Yugi beneath him, looking down into amethyst orbs brimming with tenderness.

"So beautiful." He murmured, burying his face in the smaller one's neck, lightly kissing his jaw.

Feeling an impatient tug at the waistband of his pants, he shifted, allowing Yami to complete the task of bringing him to a natural state. He felt the electric heat of skin on skin as Yami curled around him and he realized the spirit had already relieved himself of his clothes.

Grinning wickedly, he reached down and tore Yugi's pants from him.

"Hey!"

Chuckling, Seto tossed the material from the bed and leaned down, claiming Yugi's lips for his own.

Yugi's protests soon dissolved into moans of pleasure as he felt Seto's tongue slip past his lips, seeking.

Strong arms slid around Seto, pulling him off Yugi and on to his back. He looked up into the red, passion-filled eyes of the Pharaoh.

"Seto," Yami's voice was a strange mixture of his own deep tones and Yugi's higher pitched speech. "We love you."

Seto felt a lump form in his throat as Yami moved to run his tongue across his collarbone, stopping to gently kiss the mark left by his wounded soul. He groaned softly as Yami slid down his body, trailing soft kisses as he went. Yugi moved to kiss him again, running his fingers through Seto's soft brown hair.

Yugi reached for the bottle next to the bed and handed it to his other half. He then went back to exploring Seto's lips with his own.

Seto stiffened slightly as he felt Yami beginning to prepare him. Relaxing, he concentrated on Yugi, running his hands over the small body, relishing the shudders now tearing through the compact frame.

He moaned as he felt Yami penetrate him and he clutched Yugi tightly. Yugi dropped a kiss on Seto's sweat-covered brow and smiled as he saw pleasure replace the pain in Seto's blue eyes.

As Yami began to move on him, Seto raised himself up on one arm, using his other hand to bring Yugi up on his knees. Leaning down slightly, Seto took Yugi's shaft in his mouth, running his tongue around the tip, hearing Yugi's breath catch.

Feeling the pressure building, Seto wrapped his arm around the smaller form, pulling him closer. He sucked hard, desperate to bring his diminutive lover to completion. He moaned low as he felt Yami closing fingers around him, stroking in time to his thrusts.

Yugi grabbed the headboard to keep from falling as he threw his head back and screamed Seto's name, his orgasm overwhelming him. Seto released him as he collapsed in a heap, whimpering.

Seto's hands moved to Yami's shoulders, fingers digging in as he reached his climax. With a ragged sob, Yami followed a heartbeat later.

Clawing his was back to consciousness, Seto found himself lying on his side. Yami was pressed against his back, his cheek to Seto's shoulder blade and an arm thrown across his waist. Yugi was in his arms, his face buried in Seto's chest, a small smile on his lips.

Seto sighed as he felt their love wrap around him, warm and comforting. He fell asleep, feeling safe for the first time since his parents died.

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It had to be a hangover induced hallucination.

Tristan stood in the doorway, head pounding and his jaw on the floor.

Ryou and Bakura were at the stove. Ryou was patiently explaining to his yami why eggs were better cooked and why it wasn't a good idea to eat the shells. Seto was sitting at the table with a rather large cup of coffee.

This in itself wasn't what caused Tristan's shock. It was what was in Seto's lap. Yugi. And Yami was standing behind Seto's chair, rubbing his shoulders.

His jaw dropped even further as the Egyptian leaned down and kissed Seto lingeringly as Yugi cuddled closer with a happy sound.

"Hey slim! How's the head?" Bakura's voice brought the other's attention to the presence in the doorway.

"Hey Tristan!" Seto called. "You look like you could use some coffee."

Tristan just continued to stare. Seto looked different. Not as guarded. Less like a watch spring wound too tight and ready to snap. He brushed Yugi's blond bangs back, kissing his forehead before turning his head to rub his cheek against the hand on his shoulder.

The look on Seto's face made the realization of the situation slam into him.

Headache forgotten, Tristan bounded across the room, throwing his arms around his best friend and hugging him, miniature duelist and all. Then he grabbed Yami around the neck, nearly chocking him. Yami pulled from the vice-like grip, slapping at Tristan, trying to regain his dignity.

"Thank you." Tristan didn't know what else to say.

"No thanks are necessary." Yami bent a warm look on his two lovers. "Yesterday seemed to be a day for feelings to be revealed."

Tristan's head began to pound even more fiercely as he remembered why he had raided Seto's liquor cabinet last night.

"Where is Joey anyway?"

"He went home to get a few things." Ryou was standing next to him, holding out a cup of coffee and a large bottle of aspirin. He smiled sympathetically as Tristan took both and collapsed into a chair. "Said something about his guitar."

Tristan chased four aspirin with the scalding hot coffee and laid his head on the table. "Remind me to stay out of Seto's stash."

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They were just finishing up breakfast when Seto's cell phone rang.

"Kaiba."

"Seto...please..." The voice was weak and laced with pain.

"Joey?!"

"Help me..."

"Joey! What's wrong?!"

"My...father..."

"Where is he now?"

"Gone...Seto...hurts..."

"Hold on Joey. We're coming."

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Yugi: I can't believe you did it again!

YD: But it's just too fun!

DD: So, what did you think of the lemon?

Bakura: *grabs Ryou and drags him from the room*

Seto: I guess that answers your question.

Yami: So, please review. We're enjoying them.

Joey: Someone tell the husband we need more cookies.