Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stronger Than Before ❯ cahpter25 ( Chapter 25 )

Stronger Than Before

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Dragondreamer would own Seto.

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!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT YAOI (MALE/MALE SEX)! IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING, THEN LEAVE NOW!

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

`yak, yak' Sadie's(AI) voice

~*~*~*~*~

DD: Okay…this chappie's kinda long.

YD: So go to the bathroom and grab some snackage before you sit down to read it.

Joey: Let's get going!!

YD: You're going to get going alright.

DD: *snicker* Yeah…poor Tris.

~*~*~*~*~

"Seto, stop fighting it." Master Kiotou said calmly.

"I'm trying." Seto ground out.

They were sitting on the floor in the back room of Master Kiotou's shop. They had been at it for over an hour and Seto was trying to ignore the pounding headache.

"Tristan," The elder turned to the other brunet. "Reach out to him. Try to touch his mind."

Tristan took Seto's hand in his, lacing their fingers together. He concentrated on Seto…the warmth of his hand, the sound of his hitching breath…

/It's okay, Seto./

{It hurts too much. I can't…I can't do it.}

/Yes, you can./

Sweat began to run down Seto's face and he moaned as pain lanced through his skull.

"Enough." Master Kiotou claimed their attention. "I believe Seto has had enough for one day."

"The rest of my life, you mean." Seto grabbed his head.

"The harder you fight it, the more pain it will cause."

Seto looked at the old man, squinting against the pain. "I'm sorry, I'm trying."

"I know you are." Master Kiotou placed a gentle hand on his arm. "I will get you something for the pain."

"Sensei?" Tristan said as the herbalist stood. "Could you fix something for me too, please?"

"You are in pain as well?" Master Kiotou raised an eyebrow.

"Feels like someone drove a spike into my brain."

The old man looked thoughtful. "I must rethink this."

Tristan stood as the elder left, hauling Seto to his feet and throwing an arm around him to steady him. He helped his friend over to an old, worn out couch against the opposite wall and sat him down, settling next to him and taking him into his arms.

"I don't know if I can do this, Tris."

"I know you can. We made some progress." Tristan encouraged. "I could hear you. Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, but it hurt like hell."

"Seto," Master Kiotou came back into the room, holding a glass of murky liquid. "Drink this. It will ease your pain."

Seto eyed the glass suspiciously for a minute before mentally shrugging and accepting it. It couldn't be any worse that the pain he was in.

Then again…

"GODS!" Seto fought not to gag. "That tastes like…"

"Here, Tristan." Master Kiotou handed Tristan a damp cloth. "I will return shortly."

Tristan chuckled and tucked his leg under himself, turning to face Seto. "Come here, pal."

When Seto turned toward him, Tristan had to struggle to hold back his laughter. The look on Seto's face was priceless.

Getting himself under control, Tristan used the cloth to gently wipe Seto's sweat drenched face.

Seto sighed, feeling the pain receding, and leaned his head against Tristan's chest. "Thanks."

"No problem." Tristan tossed the cloth onto a nearby table.

"Here you are, Tristan." Master Kiotou returned, glass in hand.

"Thank you, sensei." Tristan took the glass and downed the contents, wincing at the taste.

Master Kiotou perched on a rickety wooden and looked at the two men. "We have been going about this the wrong way."

"What do you mean?" Tristan asked, rubbing Seto's back.

"You do not have a mind link such as Yami and Bakura have with their lighter halves. I was wrong to treat it as such."

"I don't understand." Tristan said. "If we can feel each other's emotions and hear each other, isn't it the same thing?"

Master Kiotou shook his head. "From what you have told me, you only hear each other on rare occasions…in times of extreme emotion. I believe you are not meant to have such a connection."

"Is that why it hurts so much?" Seto asked.

"I believe so." The elder replied. "I apologize to you both. I need to think on how we should proceed."

"Fine by me." Seto sounded relieved. "After three straight days of this, I could use a break."

"Yes, both of you need some time." Master Kiotou looked at Tristan. "And you will be too busy over the next few days."

Seto rolled his eyes. {There he goes again.}

Master Kiotou stood. "Take your time. Rest for a while. There is no need for you to leave until you are ready."

"Thanks, sensei." Tristan said as the old man left, shutting the door behind him.

"How's your head, pal?" Tristan asked, pushing Seto's hair from his eyes.

"Better. It may taste like shit, but it sure works quick."

Tristan held Seto quietly, stroking his fingers through his hair, feeling a bit of backlash from their session with Master Kiotou.

"How's Lexi doing?" Seto's voice broke the quiet.

"She's getting anxious to come home. She misses Justin."

"He misses her too."

"I'm going to talk to Jack when I go out tonight about bringing Joey back to the city so we can get things settled. We talked about it yesterday and I'm going to bring Lexi home before he gets out of the clinic." Tristan sighed. "I don't want to wait any longer. It's getting harder to leave her there every time."

"You put the application in, right?"

"Yeah. They're supposed to make a decision sometime this week, but it won't be official until Joey signs the papers."

"Do they know where he is?"

Tristan shook his head. "I told them he was out of town for a month."

"When are you meeting Jack?"

Tristan glanced at his watch. "Oh, shit! I'm supposed to be there now!"

"Well," Seto moved from Tristan's arms. "You'd better get going then."

Tristan jumped up from his seat, bending down to kiss Seto. "I'll call you."

Seto smiled. "Let me know if Joey's coming into the city. I'll take you guys for lunch or something."

"Sounds good." Tristan grabbed his jacket from the floor. "I probably won't be in the office tomorrow."

"No big deal." Seto shrugged. "Go on. Get out of here."

With a last grin at his friend, Tristan bolted out the door, calling goodbye to the Kiotous.

~*~*~*~*~

"Tristan!" Joey threw himself into his lover's outstretched arms. "I was getting worried!"

"Sorry, love." Tristan apologized, dropping a kiss on the top of Joey's head. "I got tied up with Seto and Master Kiotou. Is Jack still here?"

"Mm-hm." Joey nodded. "He's waiting for us in his office."

They made their way to Jack's office and Joey threw open the door, dragging Tristan inside. "Found him!"

"Hi, Jack." Tristan sat down with Joey in front of the man's desk. "Sorry I'm so late."

Jack waved his hand dismissively. "I had some paperwork to catch up on anyway. You said you needed to talk to me?"

"Yeah." Tristan leaned forward in his chair. "Joey needs to sign the adoption papers. The director won't let me take them and bring them out here for him to sign."

"Why not?"

"She has a problem with me and Tristan." Joey put in.

Jack shook his head. "But Seto and his husbands adopted…then again, being who he is…"

"Exactly." Tristan said. "Besides, I think she's on to the fact that Seto knows where his money is disappearing to."

"Fine. Go do what you need to." Jack turned to the blond. "But I want you back here by noon, Joey."

"What?!" Joey practically yelled. "Really?! I can go with Tristan now?!"

"Yes." Jack smiled. "Go on. Get out of my sight."

Joey stood and dragged a dumb-struck Tristan from his chair.

"Jack," Tristan said quietly. "Thank you."

"Just make sure you bring him back."

"I will."

"Come on, Tris!" Joey tugged on his lover's hand. "Let's go!"

Jack couldn't hold back his laughter as Tristan was dragged from the room. It wouldn't be much longer before Joey could go home.

There was just one more thing Jack wanted to do before letting him leave.

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan put a quick call in to Seto and let him know what was going on and that he would be unreachable for the rest of the day.

"So, love," Tristan turn off his cell, tossing it over his shoulder and into the back seat. "Ready to head home?"

"Do we have to?"

"We can go out to dinner first if you want."

"No. I mean," Joey looked down at his hands. "Do we have to go home?"

"You don't want to?" Tristan looked surprised.

"No."

"Why not?" Tristan took Joey's hand. "What's wrong?"

"I know it sounds stupid but…" Joey looked up, meeting Tristan's eyes. "I don't want to sleep in our bed if I have to leave in the morning."

Understanding dawned and Tristan squeezed Joey's hand gently. "I understand, baby. Why don't we stay at the retreat?"

"Do we have time to go for a ride before it gets dark?" Joey's face lit up.

"I don't see why not." Tristan let go of his lover's hand and started the car. "We'll go for a ride and then have supper. Anything in particular you want?"

"I don't care so long as it used to moo."

Tristan shook his head, snickering. "You're something else."

"You have no idea." Joey's voice was suddenly low and husky, his hand going to Tristan's leg to rub the inside of his thigh.

Tristan felt a shiver of anticipation dance up his spine. "Keep that up and you won't get any supper."

Joey laughed, amber eyes twinkling with amusement. "You do realize you're in serious trouble, right?"

"Is that a threat, or a promise?"

"I'll leave that decision up to you." Joey grinned.

~*~*~*~*~

"I have to see Seto Kaiba immediately!" The woman protested. "You don't understand…"

"Master Kaiba is about to leave for the day." The security guard stated.

"I don't care! I need to see him now!"

"Miss, don't make me have to physically remove you."

"Is there a problem?"

The guard stood up at the sight of the white haired man. "No, Mr. Bakura. Nothing I can't handle."

Ignoring the guard, Bakura turned to the distraught woman. "Don't I know you?"

"Yes." She replied, relief evident in her voice. "Amanda Geddes, from the orphanage."

"Why do you need to see Seto?"

"It's about Lexi." The woman nervously twisted her hands. "I can't get a hold of Mr. Taylor."

"Is she okay?" Bakura demanded.

"She's fine…it's just…the board met, and…"

"Wait." Bakura held up his hand. "Come with me."

Without a word to the security guard, Bakura led the woman to the elevator, taking her up to Seto's office. The CEO was just coming out of his when he saw them coming up the hallway.

"Bakura? What's wrong?" Seto asked, seeing the look on his friend's face.

"Seto, this is Amanda. She works at the orphanage." Bakura introduced the woman. "She's been trying to get in contact with Tristan."

"What's wrong?" Seto turned to the woman.

"The board turned down Mr. Taylor and Mr. Wheeler's application to adopt Lexi."

"What?! Why?!"

"Ms. Knowles bribed them."

Seto felt anger bubble up in his chest and he fought it back.

"Come in." He opened the door to his office and led Bakura and the woman inside.

He sat down behind his desk, indicating that the others should seat themselves. "Tell me what you know."

"Please…first…how is Justin?"

"He's doing well. He doesn't seem to be having any problems adjusting." Seto smiled, putting the woman at ease somewhat.

"Mr. Kaiba, I was the one who packed the bag Justin brought home with him." She paused as Seto's eyes narrowed. "I did it for a purpose. The children normally don't take anything to their new homes with them, but I wanted you to see."

"We are well aware of what's going on there." Seto nodded to Bakura. "Bakura has been looking into it."

"Then you know the children never received the computers or the other electronics that your last donation was meant for."

"Yes." Bakura said. "And we're also aware of the state of the building and the lack of fresh food for those kids."

"But what does this have to do with Lexi?" Seto asked.

"I was late leaving this evening…one of the children wasn't feeling well. I overheard Ms. Knowles talking to the board members. She said there was no way she was going to allow Lexi to go to your friends because they're gay. She said she couldn't deny you because of who you are, but that she wasn't going to allow HER orphanage to become known for adopting to…well, umm…" The woman's face flushed bright pink. "She used the word "faggots"."

Bakura growled. "As if that has anything to do with it."

"Please," Amanda looked at Seto beseechingly. "Lexi deserves a good home…parents who love her. Mr. Taylor loves her so much. I can see that."

"Did she give any other reason besides the fact they're gay?" Seto's voice was cold.

"One of the board members spoke up and said that they couldn't deny the application based on that. Especially considering that Mr. Taylor made it clear Lexi would receive help for her problems. Ms. Knowles mentioned something about Mr. Wheeler having a criminal record."

Seto and Bakura exchanged a glance. Joey's record had been sealed when he was sixteen. It had contained a single charge of public intoxication and disorderly conduct when he was fifteen. He had been stoned and had gotten into a street fight a few weeks before he went into detox.

"Joey does not have a record." Seto stated flatly.

"Yeah, but that bitch does." Bakura snarled.

Seto held up his hand. "Not now, Bakura. Your employer is grasping at straws, Amanda."

"She's not my employer anymore." Amanda said. "The reason I overheard all this was because I went to her office to give her my letter of resignation. I don't want to leave the children, but I know if she found out I came to you, she'd fire me anyway."

"You're sure she bribed them?" Bakura asked.

"Yes." Amanda nodded. "She said that if they denied the application, she's make it worth their while."

Seto leaned his elbows on his desk, his fingers steepled in front of him. "I appreciate you bringing this to me. I can assure you that Lexi WILL be going home with Tristan and Joey."

"And the rest of the children?"

"You have my word that things will improve for them by the end of the week."

"Thank you, Mr. Kaiba." The woman stood. "I feel a lot better now that I've told you. I apologize for keeping you from your family by showing up so late."

"I'm glad you did. Bakura, can you show her out please?"

"My pleasure." Bakura stood, leading the way to the door.

"Amanda?" Seto's voice stopped them. "Please come back and see me tomorrow…and bring your resume."

Amanda smiled. "Of course, Mr. Kaiba. Thank you."

Seto waited until the door shut before picking up the phone and dialing Tristan's cell. He frowned when he got the voice mail.

{Damn. Well…I really don't want to ruin his night with Joey. And it gives me a chance to set up a few things anyway.}

Seto left his office to find Bakura. They had some planning to do.

~*~*~*~*~

"I really missed this." Joey whispered as he leaned into Tristan's touch.

"Me too. Hold still. I don't want to get soap in your eyes."

Joey stood still under the warm spray of water, practically purring, as Tristan rinsed the shampoo from his hair.

He sighed as Tristan drew him against his body, squirming slightly at the feeling of his lover's hot, wet skin against his own.

"Better?" Tristan whispered.

"Mmmm…yeah." Joey wrapped his arms around Tristan's neck in an effort to get closer.

Tristan smiled and leaned down, brushing their lips together softly before coaxing Joey into a passionate kiss, feeling the man in his arms shiver with desire.

"Oh, Joey…baby, I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Joey replied softly, running his hands down Tristan's back while moving to kiss his neck.

Tristan moaned low as he felt Joey's tongue flick over his pulse point and he let his hands wander Joey's body. He felt his legs go weak as Joey's lips closed over an already hardened nipple and he leaned back against the shower wall, his breathing becoming ragged.

"I love you, Tris." Joey whispered against the smooth skin of the brunet's chest.

"Joey…" Tristan's fingers tangled in Joey's wet hair as the blond went to his knees.

Joey kissed Tristan's stomach, outlining the rigid muscles with his tongue before moving to nip softly at his hip, getting closer to his destination.

"No." Tristan tightened his grip in his lover's hair, forcing him to look up. "You don't have to."

"It's okay." Joey looked up to meet concerned hazel eyes, knowing that Tristan was worried that what he was going to do would bring back bad memories. "I want to."

"But, baby…"

"No, really." Joey interrupted. "I was forced to do this, Tris. It was never my choice. When I was sober enough to care, the only way I stayed sane was by pretending it was you."

Tristan was at a loss for words as he fought back a wave of tears.

"I missed the feel of you, the taste of you." Joey's hands slid down Tristan's legs, caressing his thighs. "Please, Tristan…I want to…I need to. Will you let me? Please?"

"I've missed it too, love. I just don't want to force you into anything."

"You're not forcing me." Joey leaned forward and kissed the tip of Tristan's arousal before taking him completely into his mouth.

"Gods…" Tristan groaned, his head dropping back against the wall with a soft thump.

Joey whimpered as Tristan's hands moved to caress his shoulders and he took him all the way in, swallowing around him.

"Joey…baby…" Tristan fought not to thrust into the heat surrounding him. "It feels so good."

Joey's hands tightened around Tristan's hips as he bobbed his head, trying to get his lover to thrust into his mouth.

Breath hissing through clenched teeth, Tristan dug his fingers into Joey's skin, fighting against the urge to do what his body demanded.

"Do it, Tris." Joey pulled back, looking up with smoldering eyes. "Do it. Fuck my mouth…hard."

Tristan growled, one hand coming up to grip the back of Joey's head as the blond took him in again. He thrust forward, gently at first, until Joey's fingers dug into his legs painfully, demanding.

"Joey…oh, gods!" Tristan thrust harder, giving in to the primal need for completion.

Joey moaned deeply, fingers wrapping around his own erection, pumping hard. He could feel Tristan getting close, could tell from the hitching breath and low growl coming from above him, and he fought to meet his lover at the end.

"Baby, I love you." Tristan whispered as, with on last thrust, he spilled his passion into the waiting mouth.

Joey swallowed greedily as his own lust swelled and burst, making his head spin.

Tristan slid down the wall to join his lover on the shower floor. "Oh, holy hell."

Joey snickered, burying his face in Tristan's chest. "My thoughts exactly."

Strength returning somewhat, Tristan stood, grabbing Joey's hands and pulling him up. They stood, kissing, as the water washed the sweat and evidence of their passion from their bodies.

Finally turning off the shower, they stepped out and Tristan wrapped Joey up in a towel, grabbing another to dry the long, dripping hair. That done, he quickly dried himself off before taking Joey's hand and leading him into the bedroom.

"There's something I want to show you." Tristan said, pulling a blanket off the bed.

He took Joey out on to the balcony, sitting down in a cushioned chair, drawing Joey into his lap and wrapping the blanket around them.

"It's beautiful." Joey said, looking at the moonlight sparkling off the water.

"It's not half as beautiful as you are." Tristan's fingers combed through Joey's damp hair, gently working out the tangles. "I sit here half the night, watching the ocean, wishing you were here to share it with me."

"I'm here now." Joey shivered.

"Cold, baby?"

"No…I…I want…" Joey hung his head. "Damn. Jack told me this would happen."

Tristan shook his head, confused. "What?"

"I'm…" Joey met Tristan's eyes. "I'm craving it, Tris."

Tristan wrapped his arms tightly around his lover. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Can I have a cigarette?"

"Sure." Tristan reached for the pack he had left on the banister, taking one and lighting it before handing it to the blond. "Here."

Tristan lit one himself, watching Joey watch the ocean. The moonlight played across Joey's face, making his eyes sparkle. It also made the scar on his temple stand out and Tristan reached up, running his fingers over it.

/I've failed him again. Just like when he got this scar. I wasn't there to protect him from his father, and I couldn't protect him from Keith. My pride and my temper brought him to this./

Joey put out his cigarette and snuggled back against Tristan. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, love." Tristan reached around Joey, putting out his own cigarette and wrapping the blanket more securely around them.

"Tristan…" Joey sounded exasperated. "Tell me."

"I'm sorry, Joey." Tristan avoided his love's eyes.

"For what?"

"For not being able to protect you from Keith…for not keeping you safe."

"Tristan. Stop." Joey brought his hands up to clasp the other's face. "It's over. Done. I don't want to dwell on the past, and I don't want you too either. We have too much to look forward to."

"I know that. I just…I promised you I'd keep you safe. Remember?"

"I do." Joey could remember clearly that night when they had first started living together. "But, angel, some promises you just can't keep. No matter how much you might want to."

"I love you, Joey." Tristan tried to explain. "I always have. I think I loved you before I even knew the meaning of it. I just want to protect you."

"You can't always, Tris." Joey leaned in and kissed his face. "And sometimes I need to stand on my own two feet."

Tristan sighed, burying his face in Joey's hair for a moment before reaching up and grasping the blond's wrists, pulling his hands away from his face.

"Please, Tris. I need to be with you tonight, not sitting here talking about things we can't change."

Tristan pulled Joey to him, kissing him deeply, pouring every ounce of love he felt into it. When it was over, he looked searchingly into those honey colored eyes he loved so much.

Without a word, he stood up, cradling Joey in his arms and smiling as the blond rested his head against his chest with a sigh of contentment. He walked into the bedroom, laying Joey gently on the bed and joining him there.

Tristan rested on his side, propped up on his elbow, and reached out to brush the hair from Joey's face.

Joey smiled and pulled Tristan down on top of him, fusing their lips together. He moaned as Tristan ran a hand down his side, grasping his hip, pulling him closer and letting him feel his growing desire.

He tore his lips from Tristan's, throwing his head back and gasping for air. It quickly turned into a hiss of pleasure as Tristan trailed small kisses down his neck, stopping to kiss the hollow of his throat lingeringly.

"Joey?" Tristan raised his head to meet passion glazed eyes. "Will you make love to me? I want you to take me tonight."

Joey's eyes widened. "You want me to…but, we've never…"

"I know. But I just…I really want you to."

Joey shook his head at the apologetic tone in Tristan's voice. "It's okay, Tris. It honestly never occurred to me. I love the way you make love to me."

"I know. But I want to prove to you how much I love you and this is the best way I know how."

Joey sat up suddenly, pushing Tristan over on his back, moving to lay half on top of him. He caged him in with a hand on either side of his head, his long, golden hair falling like a shimmering curtain around them.

"Tristan Matthew Taylor, you have NOTHING to prove to me." Joey said seriously. "I don't doubt how much you love me. You've shown me countless times. Just the fact you're still here is proof enough."

"I could never leave you, Joey. You're my life. I'm nothing without you."

The sting of anger Joey had felt quickly fled at his lover's declaration. He blinked back tears as he leaned down and kissed Tristan softly.

"Angel…" He whispered. "My angel…I love you. If you want me to make love to you, I will; but only because it's what you want…not to let you prove to me what I already know."

Tristan reached up and tangled his fingers in Joey's hair, arching against him. "Make love to me, baby."

Joey bent his head again, kissing his lover's jaw before moving down his neck. Tristan hands slipped around Joey's back and he moaned low at the dual feeling of Joey's soft hair brushing his skin and the blond gently sucking on his pulse point.

Joey lifted his head. "I'm gonna need some lube or something."

"In the drawer." Tristan said quietly.

Joey retrieved the required item, placing it on the bedside table before turning his attention back to the man lying beneath him.

"You're so beautiful, Tristan." Joey whispered, pressing kisses across the muscular chest.

"You're the beautiful one." Tristan's hands found their way back into Joey's hair. "I'm glad you didn't cut your hair."

Joey just smiled and continued his assault on his lover's body. He teased one dusky nipple to hardness with his tongue, his fingers brushing across the other. Tristan twitched, groaning, at the treatment.

Joey's breathing grew labored as he moved down Tristan's body; hands, lips and tongue creating a sweetly torturous path. He grabbed the lubricant, popping open the lid and pouring the oil into his hand as he continued to kiss Tristan's stomach.

Tristan fought not to tense up as Joey pushed a single finger into him. He forced the tension from his body and, feeling it, Joey's slipped another digit in. He allowed Tristan to become accustomed to the feeling before beginning to stretch him.

Joey frowned as Tristan's hands fisted into the sheets. "I'm sorry."

Tristan shook his head. "I'm okay."

It hurt, there was no denying that, but it didn't matter. He was desperate for the feeling of his lover's warm body covering his own; he needed to feel Joey inside him.

"Please Joey." Tristan reached out to him. "I need you…please. I need you now."

Joey grabbed the lubricant again, coating his erection with a generous amount before moving to press into his lover's body.

Tristan hissed in pain as he felt Joey seat himself to the hilt. Every muscle locked, trying to deny the intrusion, and sweat broke out all over his body.

Letting his weight settle, Joey laid his head on Tristan's chest, panting and wide eyed at what he swore was the most incredible thing he had ever experienced. He could feel his release approaching and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"I'm sorry, Tris." He sobbed. "I can't…it's too much…I'm sorry."

Tristan held back a moan as he felt Joey release inside him. "Shh, baby. It's okay."

Trying to calm his breathing, Joey concentrated on the sound of Tristan's rapidly beating heart, becoming aware of the feeling of his erection, trapped and throbbing, between them. He could feel his lover's inner muscles, clenching tightly around his own member, and he found himself quickly becoming aroused again.

He lifted his head and met Tristan's clouded hazel eyes.

"Baby…oh, yes." Tristan moaned, feeling Joey harden inside him.

"I never knew." Joey whispered as he pulled back, thrusting into Tristan gently, his way eased by his earlier release. "I never knew it could feel like this."

Tristan's breath caught as Joey moved up onto his knees, drawing the brunet's legs over his shoulders, beginning a steady rhythm. He lost himself in Joey's warm honey gaze as he began to meet his thrusts, wanting deeper contact.

Joey angled his penetration, looking for that one spot that would bring his lover the greatest pleasure. He knew he found it when Tristan did something he had never done before while they were making love.

He whimpered.

A bolt of raw desire tore through Joey's body and he thrust hard, slamming into the brunet's prostate again, tearing another whimper from him.

"Gods!" Joey growled, beginning to pound into Tristan, deeper and harder. "That's such a fucking turn on!"

Tristan could do little more than lay there in helpless pleasure as Joey savagely loved him. Sweat began to pour from his body as Joey repeatedly crashed into his prostate.

"Angel…I love you." Joey's wrapped his hand around Tristan's arousal, stroking him. "I want you to come for me. Please, Tris…I want to feel you come."

"Joey…" Tristan's voice was weak. "Joey…please…"

"Do it, Tristan. Let go. Take me with you."

Tristan's fingers dug into Joey's forearms as he arched off the bed, screaming, climaxing violently.

Joey moaned as Tristan's body spasamed, pulling him over the edge. He managed to stay upright, bracing his hands on Tristan's thighs, as his breathing returned to normal. He pulled Tristan's legs from his shoulders, bending down to kiss him.

Tristan was barely conscious, unable to respond, and Joey moved down, licking his lover's release from his body.

He withdrew, pressing a gentle kiss to Tristan's stomach before laying his head there. He sighed as he felt Tristan's hand sink into his hair and he closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him.

~*~*~*~*~

Joey: Oh, hell YEAH!

YD: I take it you're happy.

Tris: I know I am.

DD: Well, you'll be even happier to know that there another lemon in the next chappie.

YD: And Lexi comes home!!

DD: And it's done already.

YD: It just needs to be types.

Seto: In other words, they're hoping to have it out by Monday.

Bakura: So review…and tell them to let me kill that Knowles bitch.