Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stronger Than Before ❯ chapter20 ( Chapter 20 )

Stronger Than Before

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, we'd be rich. But we don't, so we're not.

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, leave now! Don't bother flaming us, because we'll just laugh at you.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT YAOI(MALE/MALE SEX)! IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, DON'T, WE REPEAT, DO NOT READ IT!!

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Joey's thoughts

{…} Seto's thoughts

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

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

`yak yak' (Artificial Intelligence) Sadie's voice

~*~*~*~*~

DD: Well, I think we're due for a lemon here.

YD: Agreed.

Tris: Is it me and Joey?

YD: *shrugs*

Joey: That's a no.

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan sighed in defeat as he shut down the computer.

No response from Seto. He knew Seto was upset; he could feel it. He didn't question how he knew, but it was getting stronger.

He shrugged it off and rose, hearing the shower still running.

It didn't matter. Joey was his first concern, and would be from now on.

/If I had had my priorities straight in the first place we wouldn't be here./ Tristan shook his head. /We're here now. And I'm going to fix this./

Figuring he'd join Joey in the shower, Tristan stripped off his shirt and threw it over the desk chair. He began undoing his belt as he moved toward the bathroom door, his hand reaching out to turn the knob.

It was locked.

Tristan's brow furrowed. It wasn't like Joey to lock the bathroom door.

"Joey?" Tristan knocked on the door.

Nothing.

"Joey, open the door."

Still nothing.

Tristan put his shoulder to the door, trying to force it open. It was a lot stronger than he thought it would be.

He was about to call out again when he heard a sound from the other side of the door. It was halfway between a sob and a whimper and it was definitely Joey.

A flash of fear induced adrenalin shot through his body and he backed up a step. He kicked the door, flat footed, next to the doorknob and the frame shattered around the lock, the door springing open.

He bolted into the room, skidding to a halt at the sight of Joey.

The blond was hunched down on the floor, naked, his long hair wild around his shoulders, looking at Tristan with a mixture of fear and relief.

Tristan's eyes went immediately to the needle in his hand and the belt around his arm. "Joey! What are you doing?!"

"Tris…" Joey wavered, part of him wanting to hand Tristan the needle, the other half screaming for him to plunge it into his arm.

"Give it to me, Joey."

"No." Joey whimpered. "I can't."

"Yes, you can." Tristan moved slowly toward him. "Come on, babe."

Joey pressed back against the wall, shaking his head.

"Do you really want to do this?" Tristan stepped closer, tensing as Joey stood up. "Do you want to keep doing this to yourself?"

Joey shook his head again. "I can't help it. I need it, Tristan."

"I know, love…I know." Tristan said in a soothing voice as he got even closer. "I love you, Joey."

That said, Tristan quickly reached out, one hand grabbing the needle from Joey's fingers as the other landed flat against the blond's chest, shoving him back against the wall.

He quickly spun around, intent on getting rid of the needle when Joey launched himself at Tristan.

"Give it back!" Joey screamed, the need for the drug taking over.

"Joey, stop!" Tristan tried to push Joey away, only to have him make a grab for the needle.

He spun them around, pushing Joey up against the sink and trapping him there with his body.

Joey struggled and the syringe fell from Tristan's hand, sliding into the sink. He grabbed the blond's wrists to keep him from going after it and the belt around Joey's arm loosened, sliding down to catch on Tristan's wrist.

"Stop it! Now!" Tristan yelled, trying to get both of Joey's wrists into one hand so he could pick up the needle. "Stop struggling, damn it!"

"Please, Tristan…don't…" Joey pleaded.

Just then, Tristan caught the sight of movement in the mirror and he looked up.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto was running up over the stairs, ignoring Thomas' anxious inquiries, when it happened.

Everything went black and he grabbed the banister to keep himself upright. A blast of emotion shook him. Emotions that felt like Tristan.

It was like yesterday in the car, only worse.

"What the…" Seto shook his head to clear it.

Suddenly he could see again, though everything seemed unnaturally bright, and he started up the stairs again, ordering the butler to stay downstairs.

Bursting through the bedroom door, he could hear Tristan shouting and he ran for the bathroom.

He stopped in the doorway, shocked by the sight that greeted him.

Tristan, shirtless, his belt undone, had Joey pinned up against the counter. The blond was naked, his eyes wide and frightened.

"Stop struggling, damn it!"

"Please, Tristan…don't…"

Seto stared in shock, a third voice echoing in his head. `Sooner or later Tristan's going to crack under the strain.'

Hearing in his memory what Otogi had said not two hours ago, Seto jumped to the wrong conclusion…again. His heart tried to deny what his eyes were seeing, what his mind was telling him.

Tristan was trying to rape Joey.

He began to move forward when he caught Tristan's eyes in the mirror. They were lit with something Seto didn't understand but took as anger. Tristan's next words only seemed to confirm what he wrongly thought.

"Back the fuck off, Seto."

That decided it.

Seto tackled Tristan from behind, wrapping one arm around his waist and locking the other around his throat.

"Let go of me." Tristan growled.

Seto didn't reply. Instead, he threw himself back, using Tristan's weight to keep himself on his feet, and managed to pull Tristan off Joey.

Tristan cursed as he lost his grip on the blond. He saw him reaching toward the sink and pinned him with a glare.

"Don't you dare, Joey!"

Joey froze, caught like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

"Get out of here, Joey!" Seto yelled at him. "NOW!"

Joey came to life again, dashing from the room. Seto didn't see him retrieve a certain item from the sink.

Tristan, however, did.

"What the hell's the matter with you?!" He raged, hands coming up to pry Seto's arm from around his neck. "Let go!"

"No!" Seto struggled to keep his grip. "I won't let you hurt him like that! Gods, Tristan! How could you?!"

Tristan went still. An image of what Seto must have seen formed itself in his mind.

Joey, naked and pleading, being pinned against the counter; he, himself, half dressed and yelling at Joey to stop struggling.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Tristan elbowed Seto in the stomach, sending the taller man stumbling back. "How could you even THINK that?! I was trying to stop him from getting high! He's got a needle, you idiot!"

"He's…oh, shit!" Seto turned and bolted from the room.

Running into the bedroom, he saw the balcony door open. He slowed down, not wanting to burst outside and frighten Joey.

He found the blond frantically searching his good arm for a vein, unable to find one without the belt.

"Joey." Seto called to him softly, hearing Tristan coming up behind him.

"S-Seto…please…just go away." Joey begged.

"I can't do that." Seto held out his hand. "Give it to me, Joey…please."

"No." Joey shook his head violently. "No. I can't."

"You're not only hurting yourself here, Joey." Seto tried reasoning with him. "You're hurting Tristan too."

Joey looked over Seto's shoulder to see Tristan standing behind him, tears on his face. "Tristan…I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"Then let us help you." Seto said. "Give me the needle."

Joey began reaching out, began to give in, but stopped and started to pull back, unable to fight his craving.

Seto darted forward, and deftly plucked the syringe from Joey's fingers, tossing it over his shoulder. Tristan jumped back to avoid being hit with it.

"Get rid of it." Seto commanded, wrapping his arms tightly around Joey as the blond tried to get past him.

Tristan scooped the needle up off the floor and took off for the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.

He immediately stuck the syringe into the drain and pressed the plunger. He then grabbed a facecloth from the stack next to the sink and wrapped it up, reaching up and putting it on top of the medicine cabinet. Seto could get rid of it later.

He could hear Joey raging; hear Seto's deep voice, trying to calm him.

/Oh, gods! Joey…what am I going to do? Where did he get it again? He didn't have it last night, I checked./ Tristan turned on the tap, splashing some cold water on his face. /This morning…on the way here…he wasn't sick, he was picking up drugs! Shit! When I find out's giving it to him…WAIT! Marty! It HAS to be him! He's the only one Joey ever mentioned by name…the only one he seemed to think cared about him. Who else would he run to?/

He left the bathroom to find Joey sobbing against Seto's chest, having worn himself out.

Tristan went to the bed and pulled off the blanket that was folded neatly at the foot. He walked over to Seto and Joey, holding the blanket open.

"Come here, baby."

Joey left Seto's arms, going to Tristan and sobbing softly as the brunet wrapped the blanket around his naked, shivering form.

Tristan picked him up and sat down on the bed, settling Joey in his lap. He looked up at Seto as he stroked Joey's hair with tears in his eyes.

Nodding in answer to the silent request, Seto sat down as well, reaching out to rub Joey's back.

"I'm sorry, Tris…I'm sorry." Joey cried against Tristan's neck.

"Shh, love." Tristan held him tightly. "Don't cry."

"Joey, you need to tell us where you got it." Seto said. "Tell me, Joey."

Joey lifted his head and looked at Seto. "I can't. You'll hurt him. Bakura told me what you guys did to Keith…what he did to Butch."

"It was Marty, wasn't it?"

Shocked amber met determined hazel.

"Wasn't it, Joey?"

"Please, Tristan." Joey begged. "Don't hurt him! I don't want you to hurt him!"

Tristan looked at Seto, silent communication, perfected in the boardroom, passing between them. "I won't lay a hand on him, babe."

Joey snuggled closer to Tristan, content that his lover would keep his word. "I'm cold."

"Well, the shower's still running."

Joey shook his head. "Will you get in the bath with me?"

"Of course." Tristan immediately agreed.

"When you're done, buddy, we need to talk." Seto said, giving Tristan a serious look. "Take your time though. I need to make some phone calls."

"Okay." Tristan stood, setting Joey on his feet, putting a protective arm around him as he led him away.

{Now's not the time to talk about what I came to talk about, Tris. You're going to have a hard enough time dealing with the decision I've made for you.} Seto sighed and took his cell phone and Otogi's card out of his pocket. {After what I just saw I know for sure you CAN'T handle this. I just hope you can see that now.}

Seto dialed the number on the back of the card, the number he hoped would help Joey turn his life around, the number he prayed wouldn't change things between him and Tristan.

He had to take that chance. For Joey's sake.

:Good afternoon. Millstream Clinic.:

"Good afternoon. This is Seto Kaiba calling. I'd like to speak to Dr. Davis please."

:Just a moment, Mr. Kaiba. I'll put you through to his office.:

{Forgive me, Tristan. This is for the best.}

~*~*~*~*~

"You did WHAT?!" Tristan yelled.

"Keep your voice down!" Seto hissed, looking through the closed balcony door.

Joey stirred in the bed; his sleep disturbed on some level by Tristan's raised voice.

The blond had fallen asleep in the bathtub, cradled in Tristan's arms, and hadn't even woken when, with Seto's help, Tristan had dried him off and put him to bed.

Once Joey was settled, Seto had taken Tristan out onto the balcony, and after shutting the door and proceeding to tell him he had checked Joey into a clinic, had steeled himself for everything from a verbal assault to a good old fashioned ass kicking.

Now Seto watched as Tristan's face flushed a deep red and his hands curled into fists.

"You have no right." Tristan growled through clenched teeth. "Joey is MY responsibility. I can handle it."

"After what just happened here, you can say that?"

All the tension left Tristan's body and he slumped against the wall, dropping his head.

"You're doing this to get back at me, aren't you?" Tristan whispered.

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I know you're mad that I quit, Seto. I know you too well. What I DIDN'T know is how fucking vindictive you can be!"

"Tristan!" Seto was taken aback by the venomous outburst. "That's NOT what this is about! Yes, I'm upset that you resigned your position at Kaiba Corp. and yes, I'm furious that you intended to take Joey and leave the country. But that's NOT why I called the clinic. I want what's best for Joey, damn it, and I'm going to make sure your stupid pride and misdirected guilt don't get in the way of that!"

Seto's voice had risen with each word until he was shouting. He was so angry he was beginning to see red. Any second now Tristan was going to get it. Only this time, Bakura wasn't there to step in between them.

"Who the hell are you to make that decision?!" Tristan tensed again. "He's MY lover, Seto, not yours! I just got him back and I'm NOT going to let you take him away from me!"

"This isn't about you, Tristan! It's about Joey getting his life back!"

"You arrogant son of a bitch!" Tristan drew his fist back, intent on laying Seto out.

Suddenly, he felt a blast of…something. Anger, worry…love. It was so intense Tristan staggered back, hitting the wall, clenching his eyes shut and grabbing his head to try and block it out.

He was vaguely aware of Seto dropping to his knees, clutching his own head, moaning as if he was in pain.

As his head cleared, he took an unsteady step toward Seto, collapsing next to him. Azure eyes, almost hidden by a tangle of sweat soaked hair, met his; wide and scared.

"Holy shit." Tristan reached for Seto. "What the hell just happened?"

"I don't…I don't know." Seto clung to Tristan. "It happened to me earlier, when I got here. And yesterday, on the way to your place."

"It was like…when I can tell what you're feeling. Only stronger."

Seto nodded. "Can you tell what I'm thinking now?"

"Same thing I am." Tristan drew Seto close and just held him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't. But you know I'm right, don't you, Tris?"

"I can't lose him, Seto."

"You're not going to lose him. You're going to get him back."

Tristan let out a sob and burrowed into Seto's shoulder. "I want him back. Oh, gods, Seto…"

"Shh, Tris. It's going to be alright." Seto cupped Tristan's chin in his hand and tipped his face up. "It's not going to be easy, but in the end, it's all going to work out."

Without warning, Tristan's lips met Seto's, parting as his hand tangled in Seto's hair.

The kiss was full of apologizes, and the mutual need for a release from pain and hurt.

/I love you, Seto./

{I love you too.}

They pulled apart, staring at each other, shocked.

"I heard…"

"I heard…"

Seto shuddered. "This is just too weird."

"Yeah." Tristan nodded. "Maybe…maybe we should talk to Master Kiotou about it."

"Later." Seto stood, pulling Tristan to his feet. "I want to tell you about the clinic. Let's get the kitchen to send us up some coffee and we'll talk."

"O-Okay. I guess."

"Tris," Seto put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "This has to be done."

"I know. It's just…he's afraid I'm going to leave him. He keeps begging me not to."

"It's only about a half hour outside of the city. You can just stay here if you want. That way you'll be closer and you can spend as much time with him as possible."

"It's not going to be easy…leaving him there."

"I know. But I'll be with you." Seto put an arm around Tristan's waist. "They're expecting him in the morning. I'll stay with you guys tonight."

"Thanks, pal."

"That's what I'm here for, Tris."

~*~*~*~*~

"Where are we going?" Joey asked from his position in the back seat of Seto's car.

Seto's eyes met Tristan's in the rearview mirror. "There's someone I want you to meet."

Joey didn't reply, just pressed closer to Tristan, watching Seto in the mirror.

[Something's going on.] Joey closed his eyes and leaned his head against Tristan's shoulder. [I sure as hell never thought I'd wake up and find Seto in bed with BOTH of us!]

He had woken that morning to a pounding headache, finding himself lying between Tristan and Seto. Tristan had smiled at him and kissed him gently, letting him know that all was forgiven. When Seto woke up, Joey apologized to him, but Seto brushed it off, saying he understood and there was nothing to be sorry for.

"We're here."

Joey felt Tristan tense at Seto's words and he opened his eyes, looking at his lover questioningly.

"Come on, babe." Tristan got out of the car and held his hand out to Joey.

Joey allowed Tristan to pull him from the car and they followed Seto to the front door.

It looked like a hotel more than anything else and Joey wondered what they were doing here. That is, until he saw the small bronze plaque next to the door.

Millstream Clinic.

Joey stopped dead in his tracks, almost causing Tristan, who was still holding his hand, to lose his balance.

"I'm not going in there."

"Joey…" Seto began.

"No! I won't."

"Baby, please." Tristan stepped directly in front of Joey. "Just come inside. It'll be okay."

"You won't leave? You'll say with me? Promise?"

Tristan winced internally and, for the first time, lied to Joey. "I promise."

"Okay." Joey gripped Tristan's hand tighter.

Seto opened the door and led them inside. They found themselves in a large lobby, a desk running along one wall in keeping with the hotel illusion.

"Hello there." A motherly looking woman in her early forties greeted them. "I'm Gwen. We've been expecting you, Joey."

Joey was taken aback by being so addressed by someone he didn't know and he stepped closer to Tristan.

"We'd like to speak to Dr. Davis." Seto said.

"Certainly." Gwen replied. "He's waiting for you in the parlor."

The room they were shown to was indeed a parlor; full of old English style furniture. A short man with a shock of red hair stood as they entered.

"Seto Kaiba." He held out his hand to the CEO. "I'm Jack Davis. We spoke on the phone."

"Dr. Davis. This is…"

"Please, call me Jack. We're rather informal around here." He gestured to his jeans and open necked shirt. "Makes people more comfortable."

He turned to Tristan and Joey. "You must be Joey."

Joey nodded, warily accepting the offered hand.

"And Tristan." Jack smiled as the shorter brunet shook his hand.

"Well, now that that's over…I hate these formal introductions. They're stifling…like a suit and tie." He grinned at Joey. "You seem like the type who would find that statement true."

"Umm…yeah, I guess."

"Would you like to take a look around before you're shown to your room? Do you have any bags?"

"My…my room?" Joey's eyes went wide. "I'm not staying here."

"I'm afraid you are, Joey." Seto said quietly.

"No…Tristan…" Joey turned to his lover. "You didn't say anything about me staying! You can't leave me here. Please tell me you're not leaving me here!"

"I'm sorry, baby." Tristan whispered, his voice cracking.

"No! Tristan, please! Don't do this! Please!"

"I love you, Joey."

"If you loved me you wouldn't do this!" Joey yelled, pulling away from Tristan. "You said you wouldn't leave me! You promised!"

"Joey, I do love you."

"You promised!" Joey started sobbing. "Please…please don't make me stay here."

Tristan put his arms around the unresisting blond. "I'm sorry. You have to."

Seto looked at the doctor and nodded once.

They had to leave before Joey got out of hand; before he saw Tristan break down completely. Seto could see it coming. He could tell by the look in Tristan's eyes that he was a heartbeat away from giving in to Joey's pleas.

Jack swiftly left the room, returning almost immediately with another man who, judging by his size, was employed to handle situations like this one.

"Joey, this is Will." Jack said. "He'll show you where you'll be staying while you're with us."

Joey's only response was to cling to Tristan.

"Please, love. Go with him."

"No…please, Tristan. I don't want to. You promised you wouldn't leave me."

"Come on, Joey." Seto put a hand on the blond's shoulder. "Don't make this any harder."

Joey jerked away from the two men, backing toward the door. "I can't do this…not again. I won't go through this again, Tristan! It'll be just like last time!"

Tristan reached out to Joey again, but Seto stopped him. He looked to Will and the big man approached Joey, taking him by the arm.

"It's okay, Joey. Just come with me."

"Let go of me!" Joey tried to jerk from Will's grip, turning scared eyes on Tristan. "How can you do this to me?"

"He's not going to hurt you. Please, Joey…just go with him."

The life left Joey's eyes and he hung his head. When he met Tristan's eyes again, the look there made the brunet's blood run cold.

"I hate you for this, Tristan." The icy voice, devoid now of any emotion, seemed to hang in the air as Joey turned and walked from the room.

Will quickly followed, shutting the door behind him.

"Tristan?" Seto reached out to his stunned friend. "Are you okay?"

Tristan didn't hear him. He was completely unaware of both Seto and the doctor. He could only stare at the closed door, mind and body numb, hearing Joey's voice telling him he hated him.

"Jack, give us a minute, would you?" Seto asked.

"Of course." The older man said sympathetically. "Take your time. I'll be in my office."

"Tris?" Seto put his arms around the shorter brunet as the door closed again. "Come on, buddy. Snap out of it."

"He…he said he hates me." Tristan's voice was barely audible and he stood stiffly in Seto's embrace.

"He doesn't hate you. He's feeling betrayed, but he'll thank you for it when it's all over. Besides, you know it's mostly the withdrawal talking."

"Gods, I hope so." Tristan finally relaxed, resting his head on Seto's shoulder.

"Let's go talk to Jack. He's going to need to connect with Master Kiotou. Then you're coming home with me."

"No thanks, pal." Tristan shook his head. "I think I need to be alone tonight."

"I understand." Seto kissed Tristan on the forehead. "But I'd still like you to stay the night. I'd feel better knowing you were there."

"Okay." Tristan relented. "Let's go then. I want to find out how soon I can see Joey."

Surprisingly, Tristan pulled away when Seto tried to take his hand. He felt he needed to be strong on his own right now, not lean on Seto so much. Not that he probably wouldn't need his best friend's strength in the near future, but right now he wanted to do this on his own.

Joey was going through hell and he needed to keep it together. The least he could do was leave here under his own power.

~*~*~*~*~

"Hey, Tris." Seto stuck his head in the door. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good." Tristan was sitting up in bed with a book in his hands. "Come on in."

Seto came in and sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his pajama clad legs. "We need to talk."

"Please, Seto," Tristan laid his book aside. "Not now."

"I won't accept your resignation, Tris." Seto said stubbornly.

"Seto…"

"I won't. I need you, buddy." Seto's tone was desperate. "If you leave, it all falls apart. Don't let Becket and that bitch win. Not now. We're so close to having them beat."

"Come here." Tristan held out his arms.

Seto turned on his side, pressing his face into Tristan's bare chest. "I need you with me. No one can handle the media the way you can, Tristan."

"Seto, I'm going to do whatever I have to to make sure Joey's happy. Maybe I jumped the gun by quitting…I don't know."

"Please reconsider."

"I'm going to have to think about it." Tristan said honestly.

"Just talk to me before you make any decisions. Please?"

"I will." Tristan tipped Seto's face up and kissed him. "Go to bed, pal. I'm sure Yami and Yugi miss you. You've hardly spent any time with them in ages."

"Yeah. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes." Tristan pushed Seto off him with a grin. "Go already."

"Fine." Seto stood, leaning down to give Tristan a quick kiss. "I'll see you in the morning buddy."

"Good night, Seto. Thanks, pal."

Seto smiled as he closed the door behind him.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto entered his bedroom to find Yami and Yugi in bed, cuddled together, still awake.

"How is he?" Yami asked.

"Good. A lot better than I expected, actually."

"Well," Yugi rose from the bed and approached Seto. "Why don't you come to bed?"

"Yugi is right." Yami also approached. "You need some rest."

"I don't think I can…"

"Seto," Yami began to unbutton the brunet's pajama top. "You're tense. Why don't you let us give you a massage?"

Seto smiled. It never ended with just a massage. Which was what he needed right now. After all the stress of today he needed to be with his husbands. He needed Yami's strength, Yugi's passion. Needed it badly.

"A massage sounds wonderful."

He stood quietly and let the other two undress him and lead him over to the bed. He lay down on his stomach and waited for Yami and Yugi to undress and join him.

He felt two pairs of oil slick hands make contact with his skin and he sighed. It wasn't hard to tell whose was whose. Yami's fingers dug into tense muscles, trying to relax him, while Yugi's hands stroked and teased, trying to arouse him.

After a few minutes, Yami instructed him to turn over, which he did. A huge grin lit Yugi's face when he saw he had been successful in his ministrations.

"And you're smiling why?" Seto teased.

"This is why." Yugi bent down and took Seto's arousal into his mouth.

"Gods, Yugi." Seto moaned, pulling Yami to him and kissing him deeply.

[[Aibou, I think you know what he needs.]]

//I do.//

Yugi release Seto and straddled his hips, pressing down until his husband was buried completely inside him. Seto moaned into Yami's mouth, and clutched his shoulders, fighting not to thrust up, wanting to give Yugi time to adjust.

Yugi watched through slitted eyes as Yami left Seto's lips to kiss his jaw, moving his way down to his chest to take a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Yugi…" Seto whispered. "Oh, love…you feel so good."

Yugi began to move, trying to take it slow, wanting it to last. His primary concern was Seto. He reined in his own need, wanting it to be good for the man lying beneath him.

Seto groaned in protest as Yami left his arms and moved behind Yugi. Hands still slick with oil, he slid two fingers into Seto's body, partially to prepare him for later and partially to bring him added pleasure. Seto cried out as Yami's fingers made immediate contact with his prostate.

Yugi began to ride him harder as Yami moved his hand in counter motion to Yugi's thrusts. Soon enough, Seto was nothing more than a writhing mass of pure pleasure below them.

//Yami…I'm so close…I can't hold out much longer.//

[[Soon, Aibou…wait for him.]]

//I'm…I'm trying.//

Yami could feel Seto's body tensing and he sent it over the link to Yugi. He watched over Yugi's shoulder as Seto's head began to thrash on the pillow and his hands came up to grab Yugi's hips, moving him faster.

"Yugi…Yugi…" Seto whimpered, thrusting up to meet him.

"Come on, Seto…come on."

Seto arched his back with a wild cry as he came deep inside Yugi. Yugi sighed in relief and let his own climax take him, slamming down on Seto as he rode out the last waves of pleasure.

He collapsed onto Seto's chest, breathing hard. Feeling hands in his hair, he lifted his head to see Seto smiling at him. He gingerly detached himself from his husband and moved over to his side, reaching up to kiss him.

"Love you, Seto."

"I love you, baby."

Seto looked to see Yami kneeling between his legs, stroking his thighs.

"Have you had enough?" The Pharaoh asked.

"No." Seto reached for him, pulling him down on top of him. "Take me. Now."

Yami pushed into the tight heat of Seto's body, feeling his inner muscles clamp down, trying to deny the intrusion.

"Relax, Seto…relax."

Yugi reached out a hand and stroked Seto's face, turning the brunet toward him, claiming his lips. Seto allowed him immediate control without their usual light-hearted struggle for dominance. It only proved to Yugi just how badly Seto needed them both.

He felt Seto shudder as Yami began to thrust gently into him. He caught a stray thought from Yami's mind that Seto wasn't relaxing, that he was too tense still.

Yugi reached for the massage oil and coated his hands with it once again. Reaching between his two husbands, he began to work Seto's member back to life, sliding slick fingers up and down his growing length.

"Gods…" Seto groaned. "Yami…Yugi…please…"

Yugi whimpered at the husky voice, one hand moving to stroke himself. He watched avidly as Yami began to pound into Seto, wringing a low cry from the brunet with every thrust.

"Yami…harder…harder…"

Yami complied with his tall husband's request, slamming into Seto prostate with every snap of his hips.

"Let it go, my dragon…let it go."

Seto could feel the tension flowing like lava into his gut and he gripped the iron headboard, knuckles turning white. He heard Yugi moan and felt his hot release splash against his stomach. Yami's ragged breathing was loud in the room and Seto knew he was close.

He began to thrust up against Yami, fighting to reach the end. "Yami…I'm coming…oh, GODS!"

Yami moaned deeply as he felt Seto's seed spill between them and he released almost violently, falling forward onto Seto.

Seto brought one arm up to cradle Yugi as the other came around Yami, gripping tightly, silently commanding Yami to stay where he was.

//Well, he seems more relaxed.//

Yami chuckled mentally. [[It seems so.]]

They smiled at each other as Seto's arms fell away from them and he began to snore.

//Definitely.//

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DD: GO YUGI!

Bakura: Sex crazed light.

YD: I hope you enjoyed it, it may be a while before you get to see more of that.

Joey: That's not good…as in bad for me.

Ryou: Please review! Reviewers get plushies of me this time!!