Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Soulmates ❯ Chapter5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Soulmates

by Dragondreamer & Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Dragon would have Seto wrapped in plastic and no one would be allowed to touch him but her.

Warning: This story contains shouenen-ai (guy/guy relationships) and yaoi (guys having sex with guys). It also contains coarse language and violence. If you don't like it, or become offended by such things, take off already!

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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS YAOI(MALE/MALE SEX)! IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

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Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Joey's thoughts

{…} Seto's thoughts

[[…]]Yami's thought and mind link to Yugi

//…// Yugi's thoughts and mind link to Yami

*…* Ryou's thoughts and mind link to Bakura

**…** Bakura's thoughts and mind link to Ryou

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This chapter is dedicated to Leaf, for her help. *glomp* Thanks, babe!

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A/N: For those of you who guessed the mystery men in the last chapter, and the last chapter of Family were the Dark Scorpions, you were right. Lexi plushies go to Sour, Ravana, DracOnyx

For coming CLOSE, but not quite, a sloppy Matthew kiss goes to Red Dragon of Egypt and I Is Me

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DD: We said it wouldn't be long.

Tris: I still can't believe you're killing me.

YD: Never said we were.

DD: FYI, We've already started the next chapter of Family. We didn't want to leave ya hanging.

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Tristan closed his locker door and turned around, leaning against it with a sigh.

“He's going to be okay though, right, Tristan?” Yugi asked, his huge eyes brimming with tears.

“Oh, come on, Yugi.” Tea said, rolling her eyes. “I'm sure he's not THAT bad.”

Stifling the urge to smack Tea in the mouth, Tristan laid a hand on Yugi's shoulder. “Master Kiotou said he'll be fine. It'll be a little while before he comes back to school though.”

“He can't write until his hand heals.” Ryou put in.

No one noticed Seto, standing at his locker a few feet away, unobtrusively listening. {What happened to the mutt?} He glanced at Tristan, taking in the exhaustion hovering around the other brunet in one fleeting glance. {He looks like hell.}

“Come on, Yugi.” Tea tugged on the diminutive boy. “The bell's about to ring.”

“Listen, Tea…” Tristan began as Yugi tried to pull away.

The girl's eyes narrowed on the tall brunet. “The last thing Yugi needs is to be late for class, Tristan.”

“Please,” Ryou interrupted. “Don't fight.”

“It's okay.” Yugi said quietly, gently detaching Tea's fingers from their bruising grip on his arm. “We should get to class.”

“I have to go to the office and let them know Joey won't be coming in.” Tristan turned away, thinking to himself that if he didn't get away from Tea, he'd end up doing something stupid.

“I'll come with you, Tristan.” Ryou shouldered his backpack and stepped up next to his friend.

“Thanks, little guy.” Tristan whispered.

Ryou smiled brightly and fell into step with him, saying nothing.

As they reached the office, Tristan saw a familiar figure exiting. He felt his face heat up as the man approached.

“Tristan,” Marc LaCroix smiled at him. “I'm glad I bumped into you. I need to speak with you……about your last test.”

“Umm, yeah, sure.” Tristan turned to Ryou. “Why don't you split? I'll catch up with you in Math.”

Ryou nodded, giving the teacher a shy glance. “Okay.”

Tristan waited until Ryou was out of earshot and then turned to his teacher. “What about my test?”

“You passed.” Marc said with a secretive smile. “Your highest mark yet.”

“My highest…..?” Tristan flushed as he realized the other wasn't talking about his schoolwork. “Oh.”

“I want to see you again tonight.” The blond stepped close, his voice dropping to a bare whisper. “Will you come over?”

The brunet's blush deepened as he remembered the night before.

When Marc had called him shortly after the sun set and asked to see him, Tristan had gone to his apartment, leaving his motorcycle four blocks away and walking under the cover of darkness.

Being with him in the privacy of his apartment had been so much better than the stolen moments over the last week here in school where there was always the fear of discovery.

“Okay.” Tristan said quietly. “I'll come over after it gets dark.”

Halfway down the hall, Seto stood watching the two, somehow knowing what their conversation was all about. {I can't let this happen.}

Ignoring the ringing bell, he strode toward them, intent on putting a stop to the French teacher's predatory intentions. His purpose was interrupted as his step faltered and he winced, feeling his stomach cramp.

He muttered a low curse and bolted for the closest bathroom, barely making it.

Tristan's head snapped up and he looked down the hallway, seeing Seto duck into the bathroom. He pushed past Marc and raced down the corridor, calling over his shoulder that he'd see him later.

He made it into the restroom, skidding to a halt outside the closest stall, hearing Seto retching. “Kaiba? You okay?”

“Fine.” Came the weak answer.

“Yeah, right.” Tristan squeezed into the stall, reaching down and placing a hand on the other's back. “Need me to get a teacher or something?”

“I said I'm fine.” Seto grated out, reaching a shaking hand to flush the toilet.

Tristan rolled his eyes and grabbed Seto under the arms, lifting him. He frowned. The other brunet seemed to weigh nothing and Tristan could feel his ribs through his uniform jacket as he put his arms around him to steady him.

“Fine, my ass.” Tristan retorted, helping Seto over to the sinks and ignoring the taller boy's attempts to brush him off. “You look like shit. Maybe you should go home or something.”

Seto gripped the edge of the sink, shaking his head. “I'll be okay, Tristan, really. I just haven't been feeling well.”

Tristan sighed and, without realizing he was doing it, gently pushed Seto's hair out of his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Seto's eyes widened at the gesture and he took a step back. “Y-Yes.”

“Hey,” Tristan reached out. “Easy.”

“Don't touch me.” Seto backed away further.

“Okay, okay.” Tristan moved away. “I'm just concerned, that's all.”

“Why the hell do you care, anyway?” Seto muttered as he returned to the sink, turning on the cold water and splashing some on his face.

“I just do. What's the matter, never had anyone care before?”

Seto raised an eyebrow at the other's defensive tone, looking at him from under dripping bangs. “None of your business, Taylor.”

Tristan's eyes narrowed. “You really can be a dick, Seto.”

Confused blue eyes watched as Tristan slammed from the room. {What was all that about? And…and he called me Seto.} Seto shook his head, leaning down to pick up his briefcase from where he had dropped it, trying to ignore the dizziness that swept over him. {It doesn't matter.}

As he exited the bathroom, Seto reached up, unconsciously touching the spot where Tristan's fingertips had brushed against his forehead. {I don't need friends. I don't need anyone.}

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Joey woke with a moan of pain, squinting into the semi darkness.

“Sensei?” He called, seeing a small figure standing in the shadows. “Is that you?”

He blinked and the figure was gone. He chalked it up to a pain induced hallucination….Master Kiotou didn't have blond hair.

“Ah, Joseph,” Master Kiotou entered the room. “You are awake.”

“Yeah, wish I wasn't though.” Joey replied, wincing as he tried to sit up.

The elder set down the mug he was holding and helped the blond into an upright position, stuffing several pillows behind his back. He handed Joey the mug and perched on the edge of the bed.

“Tristan and the others will be here after classes.” He said, reaching for Joey's hand to check the swelling.

“'kay.” Joey grinned. “Think they'll bring my homework?”

Master Kiotou smiled back. “Oh, I believe you may be excused.”

“Sensei…I can't wait for them to get here. I have to get home.”

“Absolutely not. I cannot allow you to return home.”

“But I have to…”

“No.” The elder interrupted firmly. “If you return home now, I will only see you back here again. You know this to be true. You will stay here again tonight and then you may go home tomorrow with Tristan. And you will stay with him for three days at the minimum. By then your father will have forgotten whatever it was that upset him.”

“Yes, sir.” Joey whispered, hanging his head.

“It will not always be this way, Joseph.” Master Kiotou said, gently stroking the tangled blond hair. “I promise you.”

“I didn't even do anything.” Joey said miserably. “He just hit me because there was no milk.”

The herbalist sighed and rose from the bed. “Drink your tea, Joseph. Once it has taken effect, you may get up and shower.”

“Thank you, sensei.” The blond mumbled into his cup.

Exiting the room, the elderly man leaned against the closed door, tears filling his eyes. It hurt to see the blond in such pain. Almost as much as it hurt to see it happen so often.

He turned away, intending to go into the kitchen and speak to his wife. He stopped, seeing a boy with a shock of blond hair standing at the end of the hallway.

He raised an eyebrow. “There is no need for you to be here. I will care for him.”

The boy bowed slightly, disappearing in a bright flash of light.

Master Kiotou shook his head, thinking to himself that the boy's presence heralded things to come. Though what and when, he was as yet unsure.

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“Tristan, I…” Ryou bit his lip, casting a glance across the school lawn to where Tea was talking to Yugi.

“What's wrong, little guy?” Tristan stepped closer to the white haired boy, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“What did you do with my Ring?”

“I got rid of it.” Tristan replied, looking into worried chocolate eyes. “I just hope that this time is stays gone.”

Ryou bit his lip again, nodding.

“It'll be alright, Ry.” Tristan bent down and kissed his friend on the cheek. “I'll do whatever I can to protect you from him.”

Ryou slipped his arms around the brunet's waist and laid his head against the other's chest with a sigh. Somehow he knew that no matter what Tristan did the Ring would find it's way back to him and he would once again be at the mercy of it's spirit.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted by Yugi.

“Ooohhh! Group hug!” Yugi threw his arms as far around the other two as he could and squeezed.

Tristan tousled Yugi's hair and smiled down at him. “And we all know you're not one to resist a group hug.”

Yugi pulled away, blushing, as a derisive snort came from Tea. A quiet growl escaped Tristan and he moved away from Ryou, but kept an arm around his shoulders.

“Problem?” He asked, his look challenging.

Tea opened her mouth to speak when the bell rang. Compressing her lips together, she turned on her heel and stalked toward the school, not looking back.

“Tristan,” Yugi sighed. “I wish you wouldn't bait her like that.”

“Me?! What did I do?!” Tristan replied, his temper flaring. “She's the one who starts on me EVERY time, Yugi, and you know it!”

Ryou pulled Tristan's arm from around his shoulders, holding the brunet's hand in both of his and giving him a gentle tug. “Come on, guys, not now. Please? We're going to be late for class.”

Giving in, Tristan allowed Ryou to lead him back into the school. When they reached their lockers, he felt a small nudge against his ribs and looked down into big, purple eyes.

“I'm sorry, Tristan.” Yugi said quietly.

Tristan smiled. “It's okay, bud. Forget it. Sorry I yelled at you.”

The diminutive boy smiled back and turned to take his books out of his locker.

Taking out his own books, Tristan's gaze was captured by Seto, leaning against his own locker a few feet away. The taller brunet was pale, his face pinched in pain.

“Kaiba,” Tristan approached the other, seeing a sheen of sweat covering the young CEO's face. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Seto replied shortly, straightening and turning away.

“Hey.” Tristan grabbed him by the arm and felt Seto stiffen. “You're not okay. Come on, I'll walk you down to the office. You really need to go home.”

“I don't want or need your help, Tristan.” Seto growled low.

“Well, you've got it.” Tristan retorted in equally low tones. “Don't make me make a scene, Kaiba.”

Seto raised an eyebrow, knowing full well Tristan would make good on his threat. “Let go of me.” He yanked his arm from the other's grip. “Let's go then.”

“Where are you going, Tristan?” Tea's sharp voice called after them as they walked down the hall.

Seto raised an eyebrow when Tristan didn't reply. He was about to comment when a cramp seized his stomach and a small hiss escaped him.

“Almost there.” Tristan said quietly, grasping Seto by the elbow.

Seto looked into the other's hazel eyes and was shocked to see genuine concern there. It made him uncomfortable and he didn't say another word as the shorter brunet led him into the office.

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A smile brightened Joey's features as the door opened to reveal his friends.

“Hey, guys!” He sat up a little straighter in the bed, wincing.

With a grin, Yugi immediately climbed up beside him, carefully putting his arms around him and giving him a gentle hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit, thanks.” The blond replied. “Where's Tris?”

“Talking to Master Kiotou.” Ryou said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “So, you're going to go home with him tomorrow?”

“I hardly think Joey needs Tristan to baby-sit him, Ryou.” Tea said.

“He does not.” Master Kiotou entered the room, Tristan behind him. “He does, however require assistance and a safe place to stay.”

Tea muttered something under her breath.

“Pardon me?” The elder raised an eyebrow.

“I have to go home. I have homework to do.”

“You are welcome to leave.” Master Kiotou placed a hand on Tristan's arm, the gentle touch silencing the rude comments he saw forming on the brunet's lips.

Without so much as a goodbye to anyone, Tea left, not even bothering to shut the door behind her.

Tristan let out a frustrated sigh. “Gods, what's up with her?”

“Her attitude is of little importance right now, Tristan.” Master Kiotou said, fixing the teen with a hard look. “Let it go.”

“Yes, sir.” Tristan replied dutifully, clamping down on his anger.

“Now, there are several things we need to discuss….”

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Yugi lay on his bed, his eyes closed, talking to Yami.

[[Aibou, why are you there instead of here?]]

Yugi smiled at the playful tone of his other's voice. //Just waiting for an invitation.//

Willing himself into his soulroom, Yugi quickly ran into the hallway, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Yami waiting for him.

“Come in, my light.” Yami stepped back, allowing the smaller one to enter. He settled down on the low couch with Yugi, a small sigh escaping him as the other cuddled close. “Much better.”

Yugi smiled up at him. “Yeah, it is.”

Yami tentatively probed Yugi's feelings, smiling when he felt what he was looking for. He reached out to gently caress the other's face. Yugi leaned in closer, almost melting against his dark.

[[Yugi, may I…kiss you?]]

Yugi swallowed hard, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He nodded.

Taking a moment to softly trace the contours of the other's face, Yami leaned in, lightly pressing his lips to Yugi's. He felt his heart fill as the smaller one immediately wrapped his arms around his neck, moaning quietly and instinctively deepening the kiss.

Yami pulled back, searching Yugi's eyes. He had to be absolutely sure before he took them down this road.

“How passionate you are, my light.” He said, smiling. “I envy the man who will fully awaken those passions.”

“Man? What man?” Yugi asked, a little dazed.

“The man you chose to be with. The one you first give yourself to.”

Yugi blinked, a little confused as to how Yami could be so dense. “But…but, Yami. I want it to be you.”

[[Aibou…]] Yami wrapped his arms around his other, taking his lips in a passionate kiss. [[My little light. I love you.]]

Yugi's heart and soul soared at the words as he kissed his dark back. //I love you, Yami.//

Yami gently pressed Yugi back onto the couch, covering his body lightly with his own. Yugi shuddered, his hands coming up to fist in Yami's robe, tugging his other closer.

When the kiss broke, they were both breathing hard and Yami looked to see Yugi's eyes had darkened and a light sheen of sweat had broken out on his elfin face. He could feel his light's erection burning through the thin material of their clothes.

“Oh, little one.” He whispered. “How I want you.”

“Yami…” Yugi moaned, thrusting his lower body upward, another shudder rocking his small frame as he felt Yami's body responding. “I want you too.”

Yami was a little taken aback by the wave of desire that flooded their link. He had expected demurral, or at the very least shyness, but all he was feeling from his other was a deep, all consuming need.

“Please, Yami.” Yugi said, feeling his other's hesitation. “I love you. Gods, I don't care if this is all we'll ever have. This is all I need. You. Nothing else.”

“Yugi, I can't give you more than this. You deserve more. Someone who you can have a life with.”

Yugi shook his head and leaned up, brushing their lips together. //This is so much more than anyone else could give me. Don't you see? We're together forever. Please, Yami, I want you. I want you to make love to me.//

“Aibou…”

“Please.” Yugi begged, arching his body against the other's. “Please, I want this.”

Yami shook his head slightly, astounded, and stood, offering his hand to Yugi. “Come, my light.”

Allowing himself to be drawn up, Yugi followed his dark over to the huge, silk draped bed. He shivered slightly as Yami bent, tenderly kissing him as he began to unbutton Yugi's pajama top.

Once he had the garment removed, Yami bent further, trailing gentle kisses down the slender neck and chest. He dropped to his knees, nipping at the other's stomach, causing him to giggle. Yami smiled against the warm flesh and dipped his tongue into Yugi's navel, being rewarded with a soft moan.

[[I love you, my light.]] Yami let his full feelings trickle into their link as he drew down Yugi's pajama pants, revealing his hardened length.

Yugi cried out sharply as he felt Yami lick at the head of his arousal. A small growl escaped him and he fisted his hands in the soft, spiky locks and thrust forward, burying himself in the wet heat of his other's mouth.

Yami pulled back and stood, taking Yugi into his arms. He lowered his head, claiming his lips, moaning as Yugi took immediate control of the kiss. He felt the smaller one tugging at his robe and broke their union, looking down into lust clouded eyes.

“I want to see you.” Yugi said, a note of command in his voice.

The former Pharaoh smiled indulgently and untangled his light from his arms, stepping back and quickly shedding his robe.

A hiss of arousal came from Yugi as he looked at his other half's tanned body, his skin seeming to glow in the torchlight. His hands reached out, caressing the smooth flesh, causing Yami's eyes to slip closed as he bit back a moan.

“Gods, you're so beautiful.” Yugi whispered, his fingers brushing against the gold torque around the other's neck. He quickly had it off him, tossing it to the floor and leaning up, running his tongue over the bared skin. “So beautiful.”

Lust flashed through Yami's body at the other's bold action and he fought to control it. It was all he could do not to throw the smaller one down on the bed and ravish him.

“Yami?”

“Yes, my light?” Yami focused on his other.

“If we...do this…will I feel it out there?” Yugi made a vague gesture toward Yami's soulroom door.

“I don't know.” Yami bit his lip, worry creasing his brow. “Here, there would be no pain. There…I do not know.”

Yugi looked thoughtful for a minute, then shrugged. “I don't care.”

“Aibou, are you sure about this?”

In reply, Yugi lay down on the bed, resting on his hip, and extended his hand to his other.

Yami smiled as he joined him, immediately reaching out to pull his other to him and claiming his lips for his own. A deep moan escaped Yugi as he plunged his tongue into Yami's mouth, straining his throbbing body against his darker half's.

[[Aibou…]] Yami pulled Yugi tightly against him, letting his hands wander down the other's back.

Yugi responded by grinding his body against his dark, growling deep in his throat as their erections rubbed together. //I want you.//

Breaking the kiss, Yami gently pushed Yugi over onto his back. He lowered his head and trailed soft kisses across the smaller one's face and down his neck. Yugi whimpered, arching up, seeking more contact.

Yami moved down, taking an erect nipple into his mouth, sucking. Yugi cried out, fisting his hands into his other's hair. The darker of the two moaned, feeling Yugi's need crash through their link.

[[I love you so very much.]] Yami let his hand drift down, wrapping long fingers around his love's burning arousal, tenderly stroking him.

“FUCK!” Yugi bellowed, causing Yami to snicker against the smooth skin he was currently kissing.

Yugi began to moan loudly, desperately, thrusting up into Yami's grip even as he fisted his hands in his hair and yanked him up, fusing their lips together.

Yami kissed him back, feeling a mixture of lust, love and raw need pounding through his lover's body. He felt the other's climax approaching and pulled him closer, speeding up his strokes on his light's weeping length.

A deep moan was torn from Yugi as his body exploded and he went limp against his other. He reached a shaking hand up to touch Yami's face, opening his mouth to speak when suddenly….

“Yugi? Yugi, my boy, are you alright?” Solomon's voice resounded in Yami's soulroom.

“Oh, shit.” Yugi groaned. “Great timing, Grandpa.”

“Go, my light.” Yami said, kissing the other gently on the lips.

The smaller one let out a long-suffering sigh and rose shakily from the bed. “I don't believe this…”

“It is likely he heard you, Aibou. Go, before he attempts to awaken you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yugi sighed again, muttering under his breath about how he'd love to choke his grandfather. “I love you, Yami.”

“I love you.” Yami smiled at the mumbled cursing. “Now go.”

Without another word, Yugi hurried into his own soulroom.

Yami flopped back on the bed with a groan, feeling the blazing need in his own body. [[Grandpa, I do love you, but you have the MOST deplorable timing.]]

Quickly and effectively blocking his light, Yami wrapped long fingers around his aching arousal, beginning to stroke himself.

Before long, his release slammed into him, leaving him weak. As sleep stole up on him, he touched Yugi's mind, smiling as he felt his other's mortification at almost being caught by his grandfather.

[[Another time, Aibou.]]

//Yeah, like when Grandpa's away for the night.//

A deep, rich chuckle escaped the darker of the pair and he succumbed to exhaustion.

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Tristan pulled Marc down on the couch, immediately taking him into his arms and kissing him hungrily.

Marc responded eagerly, sliding his hand up inside Tristan's shirt to caress the leanly muscled chest. Tristan pulled from the kiss with a sharp gasp as he felt the blond man's fingers lightly teasing at a nipple.

“Do you like that?” Marc asked, brushing his thumb over the rapidly hardening nub.

“Yes.” Tristan's voice was husky as he leaned forward to capture other's lips again.

Marc avoided him, his hands going to the hem of Tristan's shirt, pulling it up over his head and off him before the brunet knew what was happening. He pushed Tristan back against the arm of the couch and pressed up against him, moving to kiss his neck.

Tristan moaned softly, his hands finding their way into Marc's unbound hair, tangling and gripping tightly. “Marc…oh, gods…”

Marc drew back, a seductive smile on his face as he reached out to run his hands over Tristan's torso. “You're so beautifully built, Tristan. If you started working out, you'd be huge. You certainly have the muscle tone for it.”

“You say that like you're an expert.” Tristan grinned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Marc's ear.

Marc shrugged. “I've been around.”

“I'm not interested in hearing about your other men.” Tristan teased, pulling the blond to him again.

“And just what ARE you interested in?” Marc asked with a small smile. “Are you interested in taking this to the next level?”

Tristan frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I would really like to touch you, Tristan.” Marc's lips ghosted over the brunet's angular jaw. “I want to make love to you.”

Tristan pushed Marc back. “Marc…don't get me wrong, I care about you, but…I don't know if I'm ready for that.”

“You're so innocent.” Marc smiled, something in his voice making Tristan nervous. “I don't mean I want to take you. There's more to making love than the end result. I want to touch you…and kiss you. You like it when I kiss you, don't you?”

Tristan nodded, unsure of what the man was getting at.

“I only want to take it a little further. I don't want you to think I'm pushing you but…I can't help it.” Marc looked deeply into Tristan's eyes, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to see you at school every day and not be with you? I see you with your friends and it hurts every time I see you touch one of them. Today…I saw you hugging Ryou, and I was jealous…because I wanted to be the one in your arms. And when you kissed him…I got mad.”

“Marc,” Tristan interrupted. “There's nothing between me and Ryou. Not like that. He's my friend. He was upset because…well…he's having a rough time right now. I only kissed him on the cheek. He needed me as a friend. That's all.”

“I know.” Marc laid his head against Tristan's chest. “But I want to be with you…and I can't. We have to hide it and it hurts.”

“Oh, Marc.” Tristan put his arms around the man and shifted so he was cradling him against his body. “It hurts me too.”

They held onto each other for a long moment and then Marc broke the silence. “Tristan? Will you let me love you? I really want to show you how much I care about you.”

Tristan tensed. /Do I want this? The only person I ever wanted to be this intimate with before was Joey. But Joey will never be mine. I already decided I was going to move on…and…and I think I'm falling in love with Marc./

“Tristan?” Marc lifted his head, looking up questioningly.

/I think…I think I must be in love with him./ Tristan bent his head and kissed Marc gently. “I do want you to. But there's something I have to tell you. I feel…deeply for you, Marc, and…I think…I think that…”

“Tristan,” Marc said as the brunet trailed off, a confused, vulnerable look in his eyes. “I know what you're trying to say. I feel the same way.”

“You do?” Tristan bit his lip, unsure whether to believe the man or not.

“Why else would I be risking my job…my career…to be with you? I know it seems soon but…I love you, Tristan.”

Tristan pulled Marc closer, tracing the tips of his fingers lightly over the other's face. No…he couldn't say it. Not yet. Not when he was still not a hundred percent sure. Not when a large part of his heart belonged to another. As much as he said he was going to move on, put his feelings for Joey behind him, it was difficult.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Tristan took Marc's lips again, feeling the man in his arms submit to it. His tongue delved deeply into the blond's mouth, tearing a moan from the older man. He answered it with a small moan of his own as Marc's hands wandered down his chest to his stomach, the trails left by his fingers making Tristan's skin feel like it was on fire.

Marc pulled away, smiling as he reached to cup the rapidly growing bulge in Tristan's pants. “Will you let me, Tristan? Will you let me make love to you?”

Tristan nodded numbly, the sensation of Marc's stroking hands robbing him of his voice. He gave into it as Marc pushed him back further, sliding down his body, covering it with small, hot kisses.

Marc pushed Tristan's legs apart and settled between them, running his tongue over Tristan's stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans. Tristan shivered, his fingers tangling again in the other's hair.

“Will you let me, Tristan?” Marc asked again, his breath hot against the damp flesh of the brunet's stomach.

“Yes.” Tristan whispered in reply, a slight blush staining his cheeks.

Marc smiled knowingly, his fingers swiftly undoing the button and zipper on Tristan's jeans, freeing his arousal. He lowered his head, licking along the length of smooth flesh from base to tip, chuckling low in his throat when Tristan hissed, his grip tightening in the long, silky locks.

“You like that?” The blond whispered, doing it again.

“Yes.” Tristan groaned, his head falling back and his eyes sliding shut as Marc took him completely into his mouth. “Gods…Marc, please…”

Marc bobbed his head, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin, ripping a deep moan from his lover. He pulled back, stabbing his tongue into the weeping slit, his fingers closing around the brunet's erection, stroking.

“Oh, fuck…Marc…stop.” Tristan pulled on the golden strands tangled amongst his fingers.

“Why?” Marc looked up, his eyes glazed over with desire.

“I'm…” Tristan blushed, not meeting the other's eyes. “I'm too close. If you don't stop I'm going to...”

“I want you to.” Marc said. “Come into my mouth, Tristan. Let me taste you.”

“Oh, gods.” Tristan moaned as Marc's hot mouth engulfed him again.

He couldn't stay still. He began to thrust up into the wet heat, his entire body trembling as he rushed toward his release. Starbursts flashed in front of his eyes as he climaxed, crying out his lover's name.

When he opened his eyes, he found Marc had moved back up to rest against his chest and was staring at him. He reached out, his trembling hand cupping Marc's face. Before he could say anything, Marc's lips were on his, his tongue pressing inside. Tristan moaned, tasting himself.

“That's what you taste like.” Marc whispered, pulling back. “Do you like it?”

Tristan nodded, a slight blush creeping across his face again.

“You're beautiful when you blush.” Marc smiled.

Tristan pulled Marc's head down against his chest, his eyes closing again as he tried to bring his ragged breathing under control. /Gods…that was…holy hell./ His hands found their way into Marc's hair again and he ran his fingers gently through the silken locks. /He's really beautiful./

He could feel Marc's labored breath against his bare chest and it suddenly occurred to him that maybe he should return the favor. He felt his face heat up again and he silently cursed himself. He felt like such a rookie.

“What are you blushing about now, gorgeous?” Marc's voice broke the silence.

Tristan opened his eyes and looked down into a dark blue gaze. “Ummm…”

Marc shook his head. “I know what you're thinking, Tristan, and it's okay. You don't have to.”

“I should.” Tristan said. “It's…only fair.”

“No.” Marc shook his head again. “I don't want you to. Not until you're more comfortable with it. This is all new to you, I know that. It's just…I've wanted to do that for a very long time.”

“Marc…”

The blond man pressed his fingers to Tristan's lips, silencing him. “No, Tristan. Really. Another time. But not now. I just wanted to bring you pleasure. Did I?”

Tristan nodded. /He's so understanding. He knows I'm nervous and he's willing to wait. Gods./

Marc settled into Tristan's arms again, nuzzling into the brunet's sweat-damp chest. “I love you, Tristan.”

~*~*~*~*~

“Just WHAT are you doing out of bed?”

Seto jumped, his face flushing guiltily, and turned away from the computer to see Odette standing in the doorway of his bedroom, her hands on her hips. “I was just…checking my email.”

“Back in there now, MASTER Kaiba.” Odette pointed to the rumpled bed.

“Odette…”

“Now.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Seto rose from the desk and pulled off his robe. He crawled back into bed, looking up into Odette's worried blue eyes as she sat down next to him.

“Can I get you something to eat?” She asked, stroking tangled brown hair back from tired eyes.

Seto leaned into the gentle touch, stifling a whimper. “No.”

“Please, Seto, go see a doctor. I'm worried about you. You're working too hard and not taking proper care of yourself.”

“That's your job.” Seto replied, smiling weakly.

“Then go to the doctor and make my job easier.”

“Odette, I don't have time. My schedule is full for the next two weeks.”

“Do NOT hand me that shit, MASTER Kaiba.” The woman frowned. “MAKE the time.”

{And here I thought I was parentless.} Seto sighed again, nodding. “Alright. I'll call in the morning.”

“If you haven't made an appointment by noon, I'll call Dr. Chopra myself.”

“Odette…”

“Don't you “Odette” me, Seto Kaiba.” The woman scolded. “And don't make me call Gina.”

Seto suppressed a shudder at the thoughts of his secretary teaming up with the Frenchwoman. “Okay, okay. I'll call before I leave for school.”

“Thank you.” Odette moved to sit against the headboard. “Come.”

Moving closer, Seto laid his head in her lap, sighing. “Thanks, `dette.”

“Always, Seto. I'll always be here for you.”

~*~*~*~*~

Joey pulled on his tee shirt, wincing, and ran his hands through his damp hair.

He glanced at the clock, noticing that it was mid-afternoon. He smiled. Tris would be here soon to pick him up.

He was looking forward to going home with his friend. The Kiotou's were great, but he was feeling better and he knew it was a strain on the herbalist to have him here for long periods of time. Besides, he could take care of himself.

[Gods, I'm starving.] The blond pressed his hand against his rumbling stomach.

He left the bedroom, thinking he'd head to the kitchen and try to wheedle Mrs. Kiotou into feeding him. He smiled again. It never took much; she was always complaining he was too thin.

As he approached the kitchen, he heard a sound he had never heard before. Mrs. Kiotou giggling.

“Now, Solomon, keep your hands to yourself!”

Joey blinked. [I can't have heard that right.]

Peeking around the doorjamb, Joey saw Yugi's grandfather sitting at the Kiotou's kitchen table. His mouth dropped open as he watched Solomon grab Mrs. Kiotou around the waist and pull her into his lap, kissing her soundly.

“You've never complained before, Blossom.”

“You are a bad man, Solomon.”

“You like me bad.” Solomon retorted, kissing her again.

[Holy shit! Gramps and Mrs. K?! No way!] Joey felt his blood run cold. [Gods, does sensei know?]

As if summoned by his thoughts, the elder enter the kitchen from the other door, his eyebrow raised and a bland expression on his face. “Molesting my wife again, are you?”

Solomon smirked. “Jealous, Kenjiro?”

“Hrmp.” Master Kiotou snorted, approaching. “Perhaps.”

“Well then…” Solomon pushed Mrs. Kiotou off his lap and reached out, pulling the other man down. “Can't have that now, can we?”

Reaching a hand up to stroke the other's face, Kenjiro smiled. “No, we cannot.”

Joey blanched as he watched them kiss. [That's just…wrong on so many levels.]

Master Kiotou pulled back and looked into Solomon's eyes, a small frown on his face. “Something troubles you, my love.”

Solomon sighed deeply, nodding. “I think Yugi's becoming…physically involved with the spirit inside his Puzzle.”

Joey shoved aside his shock at hearing his teacher call Yugi's grandfather “my love” and concentrated on what they were saying. [He's what?! Is that even possible?]

“This bothers you?” Mrs. Kiotou asked, sitting next to Solomon and laying a hand on his arm.

“Shouldn't it?” Solomon sighed again. “I just want him to be happy, Blossom.”

“He shall be.”

“How can you say that? Damn it, Kenjiro,” Solomon rounded on the smaller man in his lap. “How is he supposed to have a normal life in a relationship like that?!”

“It will not always be that way.” The herbalist replied calmly. “The Pharaoh will not always be imprisoned within the confines of the Puzzle. He will be reunited with his true family.”

“I hope you're right.”

Kenjiro raised an eyebrow. “I am.”

“Okay, alright.” Solomon kissed the other on the forehead. “I'm sorry.”

“You were ever doubtful of my abilities.” Master Kiotou smirked, tugging on Solomon's bangs.

“Hey!” Solomon protested. “I like your…abilities.”

Joey shuddered. [That was a mental picture I didn't need.]

“Off with you both.” Mrs. Kiotou stood. “Joseph will soon come in here, claiming to be two steps away from death by starvation.”

Solomon gave Kenjiro a quick kiss and tipped him from his lap, standing as well. “I need to get back anyway.”

Mrs. Kiotou shook her head with an indulgent smile as Solomon slapped her backside and sauntered out the back door.

Master Kiotou chuckled and, smacking his wife's backside as well, retreated to his shop.

Joey retreated as well, his hunger forgotten, and made his way back to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and mulled over what he had just witnessed and heard.

[So Yugi's getting together with Yami? I don't really get that.] He grimaced. [But sensei, Mrs. K and Gramps? That's too weird. Wonder if Yug knows. Maybe I'd better keep that piece of info to myself.]

Lying back on the bed, he resisted the urge to scratch at his stitches. He looked at the clock. [Man, Tris, hurry up. I need to get out of here before I see something I shouldn't. Who would have thought at their age…gag.]

Joey shook his head. [Well, I'm scared for life.]

~*~*~*~*~

Deepak Chopra looked across his desk at the young man sitting uncomfortably in the chair, watching as he winced every so often.

“Exactly how long has this been happening?” He asked.

“Since I got back.” Seto wiped at his clammy face. “I really don't have time for this.”

“Be that as it may,” Dr. Chopra replied. “You may very well have to TAKE the time. Given that we haven't run any tests yet, my first guess would be an infected ulcer.”

“Fine. Give me some antibiotics and I'll be on my way.” Seto said, suppressing a hiss as his stomach cramped.

The older man resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Mr. Kaiba, it's not that easy. And I will not write you a prescription until I know exactly what is wrong.”

Seto scowled. “And just how long will these tests take?”

“Arrive here at nine tomorrow morning and you'll be home by noon.”

“Fine.”

“One more thing…” Dr. Chopra clenched a hand under his desk. He'd been Seto's doctor long enough to know how he was going to react to this. “You'll have to be sedated for the scope.”

“No.” It was said with such finality that anyone else would have caved.

“I'm not giving you a choice here, Mr. Kaiba.” The doctor said sternly. “You can either be sedated or,” He pointed to the office door. “Walk out that door and I'll see you in emergency in a week.”

{Ass} Seto scowled again. “I'm bringing security.”

“Mr. Kaiba…”

“I'm bringing security.” Seto stated again, his eyes boring into the doctor's. “Or the tests don't happen.”

“Very well.” Deepak gave in. “Nothing to eat or drink after midnight and I'll see you at eight forty-five.”

Seto nodded and stood, leaving without a word.

Outside the door, Lenny stood waiting for him. “Ready to go, sir?”

“Yes.” Seto began to walk up the hallway, not waiting to see if his bodyguard followed him. {Damn, I do NOT have time for this! Take the time, my ass! I've got a company to…}

Seto's thoughts screeched to a halt as a searing pain gripped his stomach and everything went blurry. He reached out to steady himself against the wall and missed, beginning to fall.

“Easy. I've got you.”

Lenny's voice seemed to come from a great distance as Seto felt strong arms wrap around him and he was lifted.

“Lenny…”

“It's okay, Seto.” Lenny said quietly, using his employer's given name for the first time. “Everything's going to be okay.”

Gripping weakly at the man's jacket, Seto lost the battle with consciousness just as Lenny turned toward the emergency room.

~*~*~*~*~

Yugi: EEEWWW!! That was my GRANDFATHER!

Otogi: EEEWWWW!! That was my GRANDFATHER!

DD: *snicker* Old people have sex too.

YD: *gags*

Seto: Am I going to be okay?

YD: *shrugs*

Tris: You really are a bitch. You know that, right?

YD: Yep, I do.

DD: Don't mind her. We ran out of chocolate and she's PMSing.

Joey: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!

DD: Reviews are greatly appreciated.

YD: So's chocolate.