Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Friends and Lovers ❯ Chapter2 ( Chapter 2 )

Friends and Lovers

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

YD: Ready to get going guys?

Bakura: I already am.

DD: *sighs* Bakura, please put your pants back on…it's, um, distracting.

YD: Who wants to do this disclaimer this time?

Yugi: Me! Me! *bouncing up and down*

YD: Go ahead.

Yugi: Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh.

DD: Thanks cutie…on with the show!

Note: /…./ Tristan's thoughts

[….] Seto's thoughts

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Chapter 2

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The day was hot.

Tristan sat beneath a tree in Seto's back yard watching Joey, Yugi and Ryou kick a soccer ball around amid much shoving and other antics.

Yami and Bakura were sitting on a bench looking on in amusement.

Tristan winced. He still wasn't used to them. They still kinda creeped him out.

/ At least Bakura learned he can't be such a jerk to Ryou anymore./

It did take more than one thrashing from Tristan and Seto to get it through his thick skull though. Things seemed to be working out.

Tristan sighed.

"What's wrong?" Tristan looked up to see Seto dropping down next to him. "You've been awfully quiet today."

"Nothing. I…" He was interrupted by a burst of laughter from Joey.

Yugi and Ryou had gone down in a tangle of arms and legs, fighting for the ball.

Tristan stared, mesmerized by Joey's flushed and sweating face, hair dripping and tangled. A bead of moisture dropped from Joey's chin to run down his chest, stripped bare and slick from the heat.

Tristan shuddered. / He's so beautiful./

Seto put an arm around Tristan's shoulders, a concerned look in his bright blue eyes. He rubbed a thumb along Tristan's jaw and catching his eyes, Seto shook his head sadly.

"Your heart is showing Tristan."

Shrugging off Seto's arm, Tristan pushed to his feet, stalking off towards the mansion.

He saw that the yamis had come to help their lights up, only to be pulled into an impromptu wrestling match. With a loud whoop, Joey threw himself on top of the pile.

Gaining the cool kitchen, Tristan grabbed a soda from the fridge. Hearing a slight sound behind him he spun around. Seto was leaning against the table.

"Damn it Seto! I hate it when you sneak up on me like that!"

"I could have come in here in a tank and you wouldn't have heard me."

Seto pushed away from the table. Walking over to Tristan, he took the soda from him, placing it on the counter.

He pressed Tristan up against the fridge, their bodies a breath apart.

"Seto, I don't think…"

"Don't think. Just feel."

Leaning closer he claimed Tristan's lips, plunging his tongue into the warm cavity. Tristan moaned deep in his throat and pulled Seto closer.

Running his hands over the other's shoulders, Tristan thrust his hands into Seto's hair. Pulling gently, he deepened the kiss.

Lips hungering, they devoured each other until they broke apart, gasping for air.

"Come upstairs with me." Seto whispered.

Sliding a glance to the open kitchen door, Tristan could see Yami fussing over Yugi, who's shirt was torn. Yugi slapped his hands away and took off, calling something over his shoulder that caused the spirit to pursue him with a wicked grin.

Taking Seto's hand, he allowed himself to be led from the room.

If there was one thing Seto was good at, it was making him forget his problems.

Tristan: Great! It's bad enough you guys are making me sleep with him, but I have to be in love with him too?

Yami: Seto, put the lamp down.

YD: *grins evilly* Who said anything about love?

Ryou: Please R&R. No flames please.