Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Friends and Lovers ❯ Chapter9 ( Chapter 9 )

Friends and Lovers

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Seto: Were the hell have you guys been?!

DD: *runs from the room crying*

Everyone: SETO!!

YD: We've had major writer's block.

Ryou: *goes after DD*

Bakura: You're such an ass Seto.

Ryou:*drags DD back into the room* Please kiss and make up?

Seto: *kisses DD* I'm sorry.

DD:*sniff* It's okay.

Yami: Now if everyone's happy again, can we get on with the rest of the story?

Joey: Is this the last chapter?

YD: Yep...FINALLY!

Tristan: They still don't own us.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS YAOI(MALE/MALE SEX). IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN DON'T BLOODY WELL READIT ALRAEDY!

~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 9

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan burst from the car and ran for the door of Joey's house. Not even noticing the door was torn from the hinges, he bolted into the living room, the others at his heels.

"Oh gods Joey! No!"

Joey was on the floor next to the couch, lying amid the shattered remains of his guitar. The phone was still clenched in his hand.

Tristan dropped to his knees and reached out to touch Joey's bloodied face. There was a gash at his temple that was still seeping blood.

"Joey, please wake up." Tristan could hear Yugi and Ryou sobbing. "Talk to me Joey."

Joey's eyelids fluttered. "Tristan?"

"I'm here. We all are." Tristan took his hand. It was so cold. "We're going to get you to a hospital."

"No hospital...had...worse.."

"Joey, you need a doctor!"

"It's already taken care of." Seto slipped his phone into his pocket as he knelt beside them. "Joey, we're going to take you back to my place. My doctor will meet us there, okay?"

Joey nodded weakly, his eyes sliding shut as he lost consciousness.

"Joey!"

"It's okay Tristan. Let's get him in the car."

Seto rose and turned to the others. The yamis were holding their hikaris, identical looks of pure rage on their faces. Seto knew what they were thinking.

"No." He told them. "I'll take care of this myself. That bastard has raised his hand to Joey for the last time."

~*~*~*~*~

The doctor closed the door behind him, shaking his head. It wasn't the first time he had treated Joey for injuries received at his father's hands, but from the look on Master Kaiba's face, he somehow thought it would be the last.

Making his way to the kitchen, he found the others, minus Tristan, who wouldn't leave Joey's side, sitting around the table.

Seto rose from his chair as the doctor entered the room. "How is he?"

"He'll be fine." There was a collective sigh of relief and Ryou began to cry quietly, clinging to Bakura. "He has a slight concussion. He regained consciousness, so he was able to tell me what happened. His father hit him a single blow to the head with the guitar, which is what opened up the cut. Injuries like that always look worse than they actually are. I did have to give him some stitches however, and there will be a scar. He needs rest. Keep him quiet tonight and he should be up and around tomorrow."

"I'll see you out." Seto allowed the doctor to precede him to the front door. Thanking the man, Seto closed the door, leaning his head against it. Enough was enough. Joey was never going to find himself in this position again.

He headed for his private office. He had some phone calls to make.

~*~*~*~*~

"What have you done Seto?" Yami was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, when Seto came from his office, locking the door behind him.

"Something I should have done a long time ago."

"You should let Bakura and I take care of it."

"I don't want him dead. I want that asshole to suffer." Seto slumped back against the door, fists clenched. "Dead's too easy. I want him to hurt the way Joey has."

Yami came to him, wrapping his arms around him and laying his head against Seto's chest. They held each other for a while until Yami pulled away, taking Seto's hand.

"Let's go see Joey."

~*~*~*~*~

"He just fell asleep." Tristan whispered as Seto and Yami came in. "He's pretty out of it from the painkillers. The doctor said he was going to be okay, that he was lucky this time."

Tristan never took his eyes from Joey as he spoke. The blond lay curled on his side, stitches and a dark bruise marring the otherwise flawless complexion of his pale face.

"Lucky…" Tristan's voice broke as tears spilled from his eyes.

Yami and Seto went to him, seeking to comfort him with touches and words of support.

"Tristan, come have some lunch." Seto tried to draw him from his place at the foot of the bed.

"I can't eat. I..." He was interrupted by the door opening.

Ryou and Bakura slipped quietly into the room. Ryou was holding a steaming cup in his hand.

"I thought you would like some coffee Tristan." He said softly. His eyes went to Joey and immediately filled with tears.

"Thanks Ryou."

"Hush love." Bakura put an arm around his hikari. "The doctor said he was going to be okay."

Ryou nodded numbly as he set the mug on the dresser. They'd all seen Joey worse off, but it didn't make it any easier.

"Yugi's making lunch."

"Come with us Tristan." Yami held out his hand.

"No. Thanks anyway."

Seto shook his head at Yami. "I'll bring up something for you, okay buddy?"

"Sure."

Tristan didn't even notice when they filed out of the room, leaving him staring into the battered face of the one who owned his heart.

~*~*~*~*~

Throughout the afternoon and into the evening, Joey's friends kept up a steady stream of visits, as much to check on Tristan as Joey.

Joey woke up periodically, more alert each time.

Before heading to bed, Yugi stopped to see if his friends needed anything.

He found them both asleep; Joey sprawled out on his back, snoring, and Tristan in a chair by the bed.

Smiling, Yugi took a blanket from the bed and tucked it around Tristan.

~*~*~*~*~

Joey thrashed on the bed, caught in the grip of a nightmare.

Tristan jerked awake when he heard Joey call out his name.

"Tristan! No! Dad please don't! Tristan, don't let him hurt me!"

Tristan leapt from the chair and grabbed Joey's wrists. "Joey! Wake up!"

Still caught in the tangle of his dream, Joey fought Tristan's grip. Afraid he'd hurt himself, Tristan wrapped his arms around Joey, trapping him against his body.

"Joey, it's okay. It's just a dream."

Joey's eyes snapped open, revealing a horrified look.

Thinking it was a reaction to him being so close, Tristan loosened his grip, letting go of the terrified blond. He was startled when Joey threw his arms around his neck, clinging.

"Please Tristan, don't let go." Joey began to sob.

Tightening his arms around the other's shaking body, Tristan held him until his sobs quieted.

He shifted slightly so he could look down in to Joey's reddened eyes. "Okay now?"

Joey nodded slightly, catching his lower lip with his teeth, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to go to pieces like that." He pulled away.

Tristan reluctantly let go. "It's okay."

He reached out to brush Joey's sweat-dampened hair from his face but Joey jerked back, the panicky look returning to his eyes.

Tristan began to drop his hand, only to have Joey grab it and press it to his face.

"I'm sorry. It's instinct. I can't help it."

"I understand. You don't have to apologize."

"I thought...I thought for sure..." A tear fell, running over Tristan's fingers. "I thought he'd finally gone too far. I was so scared."

"You had every reason to be."

"You don't understand. I wasn't scared because I thought I was going to die. I was afraid I wasn't going to get the chance to tell you..." Joey took a deep breath and looked Tristan squarely in the eyes. "I love you."

Tristan felt as if his heart was going to burst from his chest. He was afraid to move. He wanted so desperately to take Joey in his arms, but he didn't want to scare him again.

"Umm...aren't you supposed to kiss me now or something?"

The fog in Tristan's brain cleared and he realized Joey was grinning at him. Slowly, Tristan brought up his free hand and cupped the other side of Joey's face, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Closing his eyes with a sigh, Joey wrapped his arms around Tristan, falling back on the bed, taking the other with him. Tristan moved so he was laying half on top of Joey and trailed his hands down Joey's face, one hand encircling his neck.

Joey let out a whimper and his body stiffened.

"What's wrong?"

"Please...please don't."

Tristan moved his hand to Joey's shoulder and leaned up on his elbow.

"Joey, look at me."

Joey opened his eyes and Tristan could see tears glistening there.

"Tell me."

"He always chokes me."

"Oh Joey..." Tristan moved again so that he was lying on his back with Joey's head on his chest. "I'm so sorry."

Joey didn't reply, he just lay quietly until Tristan was sure he'd fallen asleep again. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift, enjoying the sensation of finally having Joey in his arms.

"Tristan, are you asleep?" Joey whispered.

"No. Something wrong?"

"Uh-uh." Joey pulled himself level with Tristan and kissed him lightly. "Everything's right."

Tristan rolled them and pinned Joey beneath him, taking possession of his lips. He shuddered as he felt Joey's tongue invade his mouth. He broke away, breath ragged.

"Joey..."

"Make love to me." He blushed furiously. "Please."

"Oh gods." Tristan groaned. "Joey..."

"Please Tristan." He kissed Tristan's neck, flicking his tongue over the rapid pulse. "I love you."

He captured Tristan's lips in a frenzied kiss that demanded a response. Tristan complied, running his hands down the blonde's body until the came in contact with his pajama pants. Hesitating a split second, he made short work of them.

He leaned back and let his eyes rake slowly over the other's form, loving what he saw.

"No fair." Joey reached up and pulled Tristan's shirt over his head. He quickly relieved him of the rest of his clothes, evening the odds.

Now it was Joey's turn to take in the sight before him.

"Gods, you're gorgeous." He pulled Tristan back down on top of him, their lips meeting.

Tristan's head was spinning as his lips left Joey's to trail over chin and jaw. Moving downwards, he laved his tongue over a nipple, causing Joey to twitch and cry out. His fingers traced intricate patterns down his lover's body, brushing his lower abdomen and tearing a moan from the blonde's throat.

Lips moved up while he moved his hand down, wrapping it around Joey's arousal. He rained kisses over Joey's face, stroking him.

Tristan pulled back and watched Joey, his pulse increasing, as the other writhed, breath coming in short gasps, his face a study in pure bliss.

Joey's body convulsed as he released into Tristan's hand, crying out in defeat.

"Shhh love. It's okay. There's more, I promise." His hand moved down further to prepare the other for what was to come.

Joey tensed at the invasion but Tristan swiftly distracted him with a burning kiss. Soon he was moaning loudly, worlds exploding in his mind every time Tristan's fingers made contact with a certain spot.

"Please, Tristan!"

Tristan covered Joey's body with his own. Positioning himself, he looked into warm amber eyes misted with passion.

"My heart, forgive me." He seized Joey's mouth in a deep kiss and thrust hard.

Joey moaned into the kiss, eyes tearing. Tristan kissed them away, whispering apologies into Joey's sweat-tangled hair.

Finally, Joey's hands unclenched from the bed sheets and he smiled shakily at Tristan. "I'm alright."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please Tristan, I need you."

Tristan groaned as he began to move, Joey quickly catching on to the rhythm.

Joey began to whimper desperately as the pressure built. With a wild cry, he hit his peak, taking Tristan with him.

Descending from the mountain, they fell asleep in each other's arms, sweat drenched bodied entangled.

~*~*~*~*~

"You really should have stayed in bed." Tristan protested as they headed for the living room.

"Like I would have gotten any rest." Joey grinned mischievously, slipping an arm around Tristan's waist, kissing his neck.

Tristan rolled his eyes dramatically but kissed him back.

"Joey!" They were barely into the room before Yugi was on him, hugging him fiercely. The others crowded around, hugging him, delighted to see his arm around Tristan.

Everyone settled back down, grinning wolfishly as Tristan pulled Joey into his lap.

"Just so you know Joey," Seto began, leaning into Yami's embrace, "You'll be staying here until we can find you a place of your own. I'll send some people with you later today to pick up your stuff."

Joey looked puzzled.

"Not that I think your father's in any condition to bother you."

"You mean you..?"

Seto's smile was decidedly smug.

"Thanks Seto."

"What are friends for?"

~*~*~

FIN!

~*~*~

Yugi: That was great!

DD: Thanks doll. We didn't think it was too bad for our first yaoi.

Joey: I hope you guys are planning on writing more.

YD: Already got one in the works.

Bakura: *yawns conspicuously* I'm for bed. *drags Ryou from the room*

Yami: Oversexed tomb robber.

DD: A special thanks to all our reviewers for giving us the motivation to keep this story going.

YD: Don't forget to review the last chapter!

DD/YD: *HUGS*