Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Friends & Lovers Arc: One Shots ❯ Need ( Chapter 1 )

Need

By Dragondreamer & Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of it's characters. Only the plot is our own intellectual property.

Warning: This story contains shounen-ai (male/male relationships) and explicit yaoi (male/male sex). If the idea of two men in an intimate situation disturbs you, you shouldn't be reading this. Please go find something else to do with your time.

A/N: This one-shot takes place approximately two months AFTER the end of Friends & Lovers.

[…] Joey's thoughts

/…/ Tristan's thoughts

~*~*~*~*~

"I wish you didn't have to go." Joey said, slipping his arms around Tristan's neck.

"Me too. But Mom's due back sometime tonight." The brunet replied, tightening his grip on his lover's waist. "Dad's not coming back until the fall, so hopefully Mom'll be gone again soon."

Joey laid his head on the taller teen's shoulder. "I hate not waking up next to you."

"I know, baby." Tristan shifted back, making Joey look up at him. "Come on, kiss me goodbye. I'll be by early to pick you up for school."

Joey sighed and leaned up, his mouth closing over Tristan's in a deep kiss. He felt tears prick the backs of his eyes as Tristan responded. He hated being away from Tristan, but his lover's parents didn't know about them. Tristan just wasn't ready to tell them and Joey respected that. Besides, he had a gut feeling that when they did reveal themselves, Tristan's parents weren't going to react well.

Reluctantly pulling away from the blond, Tristan broke the kiss, reaching to trail the tips of his fingers over Joey's face. "I'll see you in the morning."

Joey nodded, untangling himself from Tristan and reaching out to open the door. He smiled when Tristan kissed him again briefly and left. The second the brunet was out of sight, the smile left his face and he closed the door, leaning his forehead against it.

A small sob escaped him before he mentally shook himself. [Gods, what's the matter with me?! I'm acting like I'll never see him again! He's only gone for the night. I'll see him in the morning.]

Joey pushed away from the door, locking it, and walked into the living room of his apartment. He felt a deep satisfaction looking around the place. It wasn't fancy, but it was his. Okay, not technically, not with Seto paying the rent. The young CEO had even furnished the place for him. But he still felt like it was his.

Nothing could compare to the feeling he got when he thought back to the day he had moved out of his father's house. It had come just days after his father had beaten him so badly, it left him with a scar at his temple and Seto had finally stepped in and refused to take it any more.

He and Seto had been united in their agreement that Tristan didn't go with him to get his few possessions. They couldn't trust that Tristan would keep his temper. Seto had gone with him instead, along with two of his guards from Kaiba Corp.

His father had thrown a fit and tried to hit him again when he told him he was leaving. Seto himself had put the man down, pinning Joey's drunk of a father to the floor with a knee in his back and an arm twisted behind him.

Joey smiled, rubbing the scar gingerly. It was finally starting to fade…but he considered it worth it to see Seto so easily taking his father down.

He couldn't remember being happier than he was now. Not even when he was a kid…before his parents had divorced.

He headed into the bedroom, turning off lights as he went. It was only Tuesday night. And Tristan's mother was expected home sometime in the early morning hours. That meant it would be Friday before Tristan could spend the night with him again.

"Totally sucks." Joey muttered, pulling off his clothes.

That meant three nights of sleeping without Tristan's strong arms around him, three mornings of waking up to an empty bed. And it meant three days of only being able to make love with Tristan after school, not whenever the mood struck them. He had gotten so used to having Tristan with him over the last month that the brunet's parents had been away.

"It really…REALLY bites." Joey grumbled, lying down on the rumpled bed.

He turned over, grabbing Tristan's pillow and cuddling into it. It smelled like Tristan's cologne. That subtle, citrus fragrance his lover wore that Joey loved so much.

[I miss you already. And you've only been gone fifteen minutes.]

Joey sighed, an image of Tristan rising in his mind. It still amazed him how well his lover knew his body, how he knew just how to make him feel a pleasure so intense he swore each time he was going to die from it.

Every time they made love, Tristan surprised him. The brunet's hands were so knowing, drawing moans of passion and screams of pleasure from him effortlessly. At first, Joey had thought that maybe it was because Tristan had more experience than he did. But he soon came to realize it was because Tristan loved him, had loved him for so long.

Joey shivered, feeling himself becoming aroused by his thoughts. [Damn it. Why the hell does he have to be gone when I want him? I need him.]

He was quickly coming to realize that love meant that you couldn't survive without the other person, that you needed them like you needed air. That being away from them was the worst form of torture, every minute seeming like an hour.

Rolling over onto his back, Joey stared at the ceiling, not really seeing it. What he saw instead was Tristan, smiling at him with that smile that drove him wild. That same smile that had started it all that afternoon. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom.

Joey groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. His imagination was running away with him.

He could feel Tristan's hands on his body, his lover's lips scorching a hot trail across his skin. A small moan escaped him and, unable to stop himself, he let his hands drift over his chest, the tips of his fingers brushing across his nipples. He pinched one gently, moaning again.

He could hear Tristan's voice, telling him he was beautiful. Tristan always told him that he was beautiful. Told him so often he was beginning to believe it.

"Tristan…" He whispered, running his hands down his body, fingers ghosting over his ribs, across his stomach to find his already weeping length.

A barely audible whimper sounded in the room as he took his arousal into his hand, beginning to stroke himself. He couldn't help it. He wanted Tristan so badly…and right now, this was all he had.

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan let himself into Joey's apartment, dropping his helmet on the floor.

He had arrived home to find a message on the answering machine from his mother, explaining that her business trip had been extended and that she wouldn't be home until late next week. That was fine by him. It meant he got to spend more time with Joey.

He hadn't even taken the time to erase the message. He had left his house immediately and headed back to Joey's. There was no sense in spending the night alone. Not when he could sleep with his golden lover in his arms.

He made his way into the bedroom, figuring Joey was already in bed, probably sleeping. What he saw when he entered the room at first shocked him. Then, it aroused the hell out of him.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Tristan watched Joey, who was unaware of his presence, writhing and moaning, pleasuring himself.

"Oh, holy hell." He whispered.

"Tristan!" Joey's eyes shot open and he sat up, a hard blush staining his cheeks.

Tristan shook his head. "Don't stop on my account, baby."

"I…I was just…umm…I can explain." The blond stammered.

"There's nothing to explain." Tristan smiled that smile at Joey. "I'm just sorry I interrupted you."

"What are you doing here?" Joey asked in an effort to regain some dignity.

"Mom's not coming back until next week." Tristan went over to the small desk in the corner of the room and dragged the chair to the foot of the bed, sitting down. "Just keep doing what you were doing. Pretend I'm not here."

Tristan couldn't help but laugh at the look on Joey's face. To say it was priceless would have been an understatement.

"You…you WANT me to..?"

Tristan nodded, leaning back in the chair. "Hell, yes. That had to be the hottest thing I've ever seen."

A little grin crossed Joey's lips. "Oh, really?"

"Really." Tristan rose and went to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lubricant and dropping it down on the bed next to Joey. "You'll be needing this."

[So, he wants to watch, does he?] Joey's grin widened and he picked up the lube. "I never knew you were a voyeur, Tris."

"Only with you, love."

Joey propped himself up slightly on the pillows, opening the bottle and pouring some into his hand. He closed it and tossed it back on the bed before rubbing his hands together. Catching Tristan's eyes, he wrapped his fingers around his erection. He began stroking himself again, letting his eyes slip closed when he noticed Tristan's gaze leave his face.

Tristan watched Joey avidly, feeling his clothes suddenly becoming too restricting. He crossed his legs, biting back a moan as Joey whimpered, beginning to thrust up into his own grip.

/Gods, he's so hot. It's going to take everything I have not to take him right now./ Tristan shifted in his chair, his eyes widening as he watched Joey's free hand moving down his body, reaching under his other hand.

He breathing became ragged as he saw Joey trace the tip of one finger over his entrance. He couldn't have looked away if his life depended on it. This time there was no holding back the deep moan that made itself heard as he watched his lover press his finger past the tight ring of muscle and into his body, not stopping until it was completely buried.

"Damn, baby." Tristan's voice was husky.

Joey opened his eyes and Tristan saw they had deepened to copper. "Like what you see, love?"

Tristan just nodded, uncrossing his legs and revealing the bulge in his pants.

"Why don't you get out of those clothes?" Joey said, eying the evidence of Tristan's desire.

Tristan stood, quickly pulling off his tee shirt, his eyes glued to where Joey's hands were. Not looking away, he quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothes. He walked over to the bed, leaning down and brushing his lips against Joey's. He pulled away as Joey's lips parted, refusing him.

"Tris…please…"

"Not yet." Tristan picked up the lubricant and returned to his chair, opening the bottle and pouring a generous amount into his hand. "Do it, baby. Make yourself come. I want to watch."

Joey shuddered as Tristan's hand enclosed his own hardened length. Tristan grinned, beginning to caress himself leisurely, hearing Joey's whimper of protest.

"Wait, Joey. You're just going to have to wait for it."

"I want it." Joey's gaze was captured by the weeping flesh. "Please."

"Come first. Then I'll give you what you want."

Joey's head fell back and he inserted another finger into his body, thrust them both deep. He cried out as he found his prostate, pushing against it hard and sending a jolt of raw pleasure tearing through his body.

"Found it, didn't you, baby?" Tristan asked.

"Yes…Tristan…oh, gods!"

"So hot…" Tristan began stroking himself harder. "You're so beautiful, Joey."

"Tris…close…" Joey squeezed his arousal hard, adding another finger and rubbing against the one spot that would get him to where he wanted to be. "Want you…inside me."

"Come, Joey."

"Tris…I need you…Tristan!" Joey's body convulsed and he screamed his pleasure, his release splattering across his flushed skin.

Tristan stood up and, kneeling at the foot of the bed, gently grasped Joey's wrist and pulled the blond's fingers from his body. He leaned down, his tongue tracing through the fluid covering his lover's sweat-drenched flesh.

Joey twitched, reaching out for Tristan and pulling him down on top of him, claiming his lips in a desperate kiss. He groaned softly as he tasted himself on the brunet's tongue and felt Tristan's arousal pressed against his hip.

"Take me." Joey whispered against Tristan's lips.

Tristan moved down and kissed the hollow of Joey's throat, tearing a whimper from the blond. He slipped his arms underneath Joey and rolled them over.

Joey pushed himself up on his hands, sitting on Tristan's stomach. "Now. I need you now."

Tristan grasped Joey's hips, guiding him backward and thrusting up hard into his love's well prepared passage. "Ride me."

Joey shuddered at the commanding tone in Tristan's voice and began to rock against him, moaning as he felt Tristan's erection stabbing deep into his body. Tristan's hands moved up Joey's torso, caressing, as he began to move with him.

"My boy…" Tristan moaned. "So hot…so beautiful. Joey…I love you."

"I love you, Tristan. With all my heart."

Tristan's hands moved back down, lightly teasing over Joey's abs. His fingers trailed over Joey's hips to his thighs, a bare whispering of touch, sending a hard shudder through the blond.

Joey leaned back; bracing his hands on Tristan's legs, and began to ride him harder, feeling the pleasure building again. "Tris…so good…you feel so good."

"So do you, baby." Tristan replied softly, closing his hands over Joey's hips. "Such a turn on…watching you do that to yourself."

"You like that, huh?" Joey smiled down at his lover.

Tristan nodded, his eyes widening and a moan slipping from him as Joey leaned forward, his hand moving to enclose his reawakened erection. "Yes, love. Do it."

Joey began pumping himself hard, crashing down on Tristan. He could feel the tension gathering in his body again. He was going to come. The look in Tristan's eyes was enough to thrust him to the brink, setting him teetering on the edge of full passion.

"Tristan…my love…please…" He whimpered.

"Already?" Tristan grinned.

Joey growled and reached out with his free hand, grasping Tristan by the shoulder and leaning forward. Tristan pushed himself up and met Joey's lips, kissing him fiercely. Joey moaned into the kiss and Tristan groaned, feeling Joey's release spill between them.

Joey collapsed on top of Tristan, unable to move. He felt Tristan's arms encircle him and he suddenly found himself on his back, Tristan rising to his knees and pulling Joey's legs over his shoulders. He shivered as he felt Tristan trailing his fingers through the viscous fluid covering his stomach and obediently opened his mouth when Tristan pressed his fingers to his lips. He sucked on Tristan's fingers, his glazed eyes held by those of his lover.

"Beautiful." Tristan said softly, withdrawing his hand.

"Tristan…oh, gods…" Joey could feel Tristan, hard and throbbing inside him. "You're…you're still…"

Tristan wrapped his hands around Joey's thighs and began to move on him, drawing deep, shuddering moans from the one laying below him. His voice was low and rough with desire when he spoke again. "I want you to come for me again, baby."

"Gods, Tris. I don't…I can't."

"Yes you can." Tristan said, angling his thrusts and slamming into Joey's over-stimulated prostate.

Joey screamed, his body going into convulsions. "TRISTAN!"

"Come on, Joey." Tristan coaxed, reaching up and beginning to tease the blond's nipples. "You can do it."

Joey's body began to throb with need yet again. He couldn't comprehend how Tristan could bring him to such a state so quickly, so many times. His pleasure-fogged mind gave up trying to figure it out and went blank. He was unable to pull together a rational thought as Tristan began to drive harder into him.

"Joey…oh, gods, baby." Tristan reached to grasp Joey's arousal in his hand, stroking him in time to his thrusts. "Baby, please. I'm coming."

"Yes…Tristan…yes." Joey whimpered, pushing up to meet him, wanting to feel him climax.

Tristan moaned deeply, releasing inside his lover and taking him with him. He collapsed on top of Joey, his breathing ragged. It took him a minute to find the energy to move and he withdrew from Joey's trembling body and lay next to him, drawing him into his arms.

It was too much. Joey began to sob, burrowing into Tristan's chest, clinging to him. "Tris…"

"Shh, love." Tristan comforted him, stroking the sweat-tangled hair. "It's okay."

"Love you."

"I love you too, Joey." Tristan moved back, tipping Joey's face up with a finger under his chin and kissing away his tears. "I love you more than I ever though it was possible to love anyone."

Joey struggled to control his tears, leaning up and brushing his lips against Tristan's. "Thank you, Tristan. Thank you for loving me."

"I've loved you forever, baby." Tristan pulled Joey tightly against his body. "And I'm never going to let you go."

"Good." Joey smiled tremulously. "I don't ever want you to."