Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In Response to Your Message ❯ Comfort ( Chapter 1 )

Comfort

by Dragondreamer & Yami Dragon

This story contains shouenen-ai(male/male relationships) and explicit yaoi(homosexual sex). If this sort of thing offends you, look up. See that little arrow on the left side of your screen? The one that says "back"? Click it!

We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters. We're just doing this for the fun of it.

A/N: This is a PWP…as in Porn Without Plot. So, it's obviously AU, like the rest of our stories. If the characters seem OOC, they're SUPPOSED to be like that! Any flames will simply be ignored and deleted. So don't waste our time, or yours, with nasty reviews.

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"This better be good." Seto grumbled, descending the stairs, tying his bathrobe.

Joey was right behind him, still struggling to get his arms in his own robe.

It was nearing midnight on a Saturday, and with Mokuba gone for the weekend and the staff off, the two lovers had spent most of the day, and evening, "christening" several rooms in the mansion. They had just settled down to get a little rest before resuming their activities.

"Do you have ANY idea what time it is?!" Seto yelled, yanking the door open, immediately wishing he could swallow his words when he saw who it was.

Tristan stood on the doorstep, shoulders slumped, looking pale. There were tears in his eyes.

"Gods, Tris!" Joey grabbed him by the arm and hauled him inside, leaving Seto to close the door. "What happened? Did you and Otogi have another fight?"

Tristan nodded, not meeting their eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."

"It's okay." Joey put his arms around his friend. "What was it about this time?"

"I can't even remember. But I'm not going back. I can't take it any more. He doesn't care about me. I'm nothing more than a convenience to him. He said he didn't love me…that he never could."

"Fucking moron." Seto pulled Tristan away from Joey and wrapped his arms around him. "He doesn't know what he's missing. Listen, why don't you stay here tonight?"

"Thanks, Seto. I'd like that." He stepped back, looking a little embarrassed at finding himself in the CEO's arms.

"Come on, pal. I'll get you settled in."

Seto stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching Joey lead Tristan away. He shook his head. "Otogi, you fool. How could you throw something like that away?"

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Seto lay, stretched out on the bed, waiting for Joey.

"That was quick." Seto commented as Joey walked in, throwing off his robe and joining his lover on the bed.

"He didn't really want to talk about it."

"He's better off without him." Seto said, eyes narrowing. "I can't believe anyone could treat Tristan like that."

"Me either." Joey looked thoughtful for a moment. "Seto? What do you think of Tristan?"

Seto was taken by surprise by the abrupt question. "Umm…I like him. He's a good friend; loyal…he has a big heart. Hell, he can even make ME laugh."

Joey cocked his head, taking on that curious puppy look Seto loved so much. "But I mean what do you REALLY think about him. The truth, Blue Eyes."

"The truth…" It was something they promised each other in the beginning. "Well, okay…I think he's hot."

"Really?" Joey grinned.

"Yeah." Seto shrugged. "If it wasn't for you, I probably would have had him by now."

Joey snickered. "I know what you mean."

"What's going on in that devious little mind of yours, puppy?" Seto pulled Joey down and kissed him.

"Well, I care about him…a lot." Joey looked deeply into his lover's eyes. "If you feel the same…maybe Otogi's loss is our gain."

Seto grinned, reaching out and grabbing a bottle off the bedside table. "What do you say we go make him feel better?"

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Someone was kissing him.

Tristan groaned and a tongue slipped into his mouth, caressing. He lifted his hands and tangled them in soft hair. Opening his eyes, he was met with quite a shock.

"Joey!" Tristan gasped, pulling his friend's head back. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Joey grinned. "Trying to cheer you up."

"But…but…Seto…"

"What about me?" Seto lifted his head from Tristan's chest, meeting his eyes.

Tristan blushed fifty shades of red, realizing that both his best friend and the richest man in the country were naked in his bed. "Holy shit."

Seto smirked, running his hand up Tristan's bare chest. "You really are gorgeous, you know. Otogi is such an idiot."

"Tris," Joey nuzzled his cheek. "Let us love you…please?"

Tristan was having a hard time pulling an answer together, between Joey pressing small, feather-light kisses to his face and the fact that Seto was currently running his tongue over his chest. He settled for a rather loud moan.

"We'll take that as a yes." Joey's voice was muffled as he buried his lips in Tristan's neck.

Tristan felt gentle fingers grasp his chin and his head was turned as he met Seto's lips. He whimpered as one hand came up to wrap around the back of Seto's neck, while the other stayed buried in Joey's hair as the blond moved down his chest, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking on it.

Seto broke the kiss, staring into lust glazed hazel eyes. "Do you really want this?"

"Yes." Tristan hissed, arching into the taller brunet.

"Well, then…you're completely over dressed." Seto moved down and practically ripped Tristan's boxers from him, leaving him as naked as they were.

Joey moved back to Tristan's lips as Seto delved his tongue into Tristan's navel, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.

"Joey," He whispered against the blond's lips. "Oh, gods."

"Mmmm…" Joey licked Tristan's lips. "You taste so good."

Tristan growled, grabbing Joey's shoulders and kissing him savagely. It was quickly cut off however, as Tristan pulled back with a gasp as hot, wet heat enclosed his already throbbing erection. He looked down to see his arousal sliding past Seto's lips.

The electricity that rocked through his body was doubled as Joey bit down on his ear, running his hands over Tristan's chest.

"Please!" Tristan begged, thrusting up into the warmth of Seto's mouth.

Seto grasped his hips, deep throating him expertly. He writhed, whimpering, as Joey returned to kiss him deeply. Suddenly, he felt a slick finger being thrust into his body and he shuddered. A second finger was added as Joey left his lips to trail over the angular jaw of the smaller brunet.

Hot, white light flashed in Tristan's brain as Seto's fingers made contact with his prostate and he exploded with a scream into Seto's mouth.

Seto swallowed eagerly, until he felt a hand fisted in his hair and his head was yanked up.

"Don't be so greedy." Joey grated out, pulling Seto toward him and capturing his mouth in a heated kiss.

Tristan watched them, feeling himself getting hard all over again, as the two went at it with open mouths and entwining tongues, milky white fluid passing between them.

They broke off, azure and amber coming to rest with twin feral gazes on Tristan. Joey moved up beside him, pushing him over onto his stomach. He felt Seto grasp him around the waist, bringing him up on his hands and knees.

"You haven't lived until you've been taken by a dragon." Joey whispered in Tristan's ear, licking the side of his face.

That was all the warning Tristan got before he felt himself being filled. He moaned, shaking, trying not to tense up. He felt Seto caressing his back in an effort to calm him, and he relaxed, allowing Seto to seat himself to the hilt.

"Seto…gods, yes…" Tristan sobbed.

Seto held still, giving Tristan time to adjust. Tristan's eyes were squeezed shut as he waited for the pain to stop. Just as it began to recede, the bed moved, and he opened his eyes to see Joey kneeling in front of him, staring intently at him.

Tristan lowered his head and licked at the pearly fluid beginning to drip from the tip of the blond's arousal.

"Oh, fuck." Joey groaned as Tristan took him into his mouth.

It took all of Seto's self control not to come at the sight. He pulled back slightly, fighting not to jam himself roughly into the tight heat of Tristan's body. Instead, he began a slow rhythm, hearing Joey whimper in response to Tristan's deep moans of pleasure.

Joey breathing was beginning to become erratic as he got closer to the edge. He shuddered hard as he felt Tristan swallow around his length. He locked eyes with Seto.

"Come on, puppy." Seto's voice was husky and commanding.

That did it. He dug his fingers into Tristan's shoulders, throwing his head back, hissing. He thrust hard into Tristan's mouth, spilling himself in hot, violent spurts. Some escaped Tristan's mouth to run down his chin.

Joey collapsed in front of him, reaching up a shaking hand to touch his face and leaning up to lick the viscous stream running down his chin.

Tristan growled, thrusting his tongue into Joey's mouth as Seto picked up the pace, slamming against that bundle of nerves that had Tristan seeing stars.

Joey moved away from Tristan, going behind Seto and pressing up against him, his hands moving to caress the CEO's chest and tease his nipples. Seto's head dropped back against Joey's shoulder and they engaged in a passionate kiss as he continued to pound into Tristan.

"Seto…harder, damn it!" Tristan demanded, feeling his release approaching.

Seto turned his attention back to the other brunet as Joey continued sliding his hands over Seto's smooth chest. He removed one hand from its bruising grip on Tristan's hip and wrapped it around his erection, pumping hard.

Tristan plummeted over the edge, feeling Seto's release inside him before everything went black.

He was woken for the second time that night by Joey's lips and tongue.

"Gods." Tristan groaned as he looked down to see Joey lying between his legs, working him back to hardness.

He was lying against Seto, his back to the other's chest as the taller brunet sat propped up against the headboard.

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Seto whispered hotly into Tristan's ear as Joey looked up through his tangled bangs, eyes half lidded with desire.

Tristan nodded, running his hands through Joey's golden locks. "He is."

"So hot, so passionate…" Seto began licking at Tristan's neck. "And tighter than you could imagine."

Tristan let his head drop back onto Seto's shoulder, exposing more of his neck to the questing tongue.

"He wants you, Tristan…wouldn't you love to bury yourself inside him…let him ride you?"

"I've never…Otogi would never let me…" He broke off with a shuddering groan as Joey took him deep into his throat, swallowing.

"He denied you one of the best sexual experiences." Seto whispered against his ear. "He obviously never cared if he would refuse you that. Joey and I would never do that to you."

Tristan's fogged mind didn't get a chance to decipher the implications of that last statement as Joey released him, climbing up to straddle his waist.

"I do want you, Tris. I want you to take me. Now."

"Do it, Tristan. It'll be like nothing you've ever experienced."

"S-shouldn't I…umm…you know…prepare him or something?" Tristan asked, feeling a bit nervous.

"It's already been taken care of." Seto tipped Tristan's head back distracting him with a deep kiss.

Joey took a deep breath, positioning himself. He whimpered slightly as he impaled himself on Tristan's length. When Tristan was completely buried inside him, he let his head drop to Tristan's chest.

Tristan moaned into Seto's mouth as he felt Joey lower himself. Seto held him still, kissing him deeply until Joey stilled. When he finally let him go, Tristan wrapped his arms around Joey's waist, kissing the top of his head.

"Joey," He groaned, feeling tears pricking his eyes. "It's…oh, gods…I can't…"

Joey lifted his head, and seeing the look on Tristan's face, leaned in and kissed away the tears sliding down his face. "It's okay, Tris."

"Hush, babe." Seto caressed his shoulder. "Just relax and let him love you."

Tristan felt his heart clench at the use of the endearment. Otogi had never called him anything but Tristan. He leaned back and brushed Seto's lips with his own, thanking him silently.

Seto smiled, kissing his temple. "Stay with us. Don't go back to him."

"Please, Tris?" Joey leaned in and kissed his neck. "We want you with us."

Tristan saw the sincerity in their eyes and nearly broke down. He grasped Joey's hips and moved to kiss him passionately. Joey responded with equal fervor and Seto wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them tightly.

An answer wasn't needed as the kiss broke and he leaded back into Seto, moaning as Joey began to move on him.

It quickly became frantic and Tristan could feel Seto's renewed arousal pressing into his back. Seto put an arm around Tristan's waist, pulling him back tightly against him and growling at the increased friction as Tristan began to thrust into Joey.

"Joey…you feel so…incredible…can't hold on…" Tristan grated out through clenched teeth as he fought against his release.

"Don't hold back, babe." Seto's other hand came up to stroke Joey and the blond hissed with pleasure.

"Tris…oh, gods…Seto, please…I'm gonna come…" Joey's body went rigid as he came, screaming, at the same time Tristan felt Seto release between them with a deep moan.

The dual sensation was enough to bring Tristan to a climax for the third time. He went limp against Seto's chest, still gripping onto Joey weakly. He could feel Seto trembling and Joey a dead weight against his chest. It felt amazing.

"You really want me to stay?" Tristan asked when he could breathe again.

"Yes." Joey moved off Tristan, helping him shift so the three of them could lay down, Tristan between them.

Tristan lay on his side, his head on Seto's chest as Joey spooned up behind him. "I'll stay."

Seto and Joey smiled at each other as Tristan dropped into an exhausted sleep.

"I think we wore him out." Joey smirked, reaching for Seto.

"I think we did." He laced his fingers with Joey's and brought their entwined hands to rest on Tristan's hip. "Otogi really is an idiot."

They settled down to sleep, their new lover cradled between them.

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