Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stronger Than Before ❯ chapter31 ( Chapter 31 )

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: This is the last chapter!!

YD: Besides the prologue.

Tris: And when are you posting that?

DD: It's almost done…probably Xmas Eve.

YD: A little present for our readers. *smirk*

Seto: I've learned to fear that smile.

Joey: It usually means bad news for us.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto opened his office door to find Tristan sitting on the couch, his face pale.

"Tris!" Seto crossed the room and sat down next to his friend, taking his hand. "What's wrong?"

"Robbie…oh, gods, Seto…" Tristan's hands were shaking. "Robbie MacLeod…he's in the ICU at the hospital."

"What?! What happened?!"

"He was at the Warehouse…you know, that club down on Fifth? It was bombed."

"Are you serious?!"

Tristan nodded. "That anti-gay group "Concerned Citizens for Family Values" took responsibility for it."

Seto's eyes narrowed. "They were responsible for the riot at that other gay club last year. "Concerned Citizens" my ass! Four people were killed!"

"Well, there were eleven killed last night…and I don't know about Robbie."

"Have you called Otogi?"

Tristan shook his head, confused. "Why would I call Otogi?"

"I thought they were dating."

"They only went out once."

{Damn. I was hoping if he'd found someone he'd stop mooning around after Tristan like so love-sick schoolgirl.}

"Tell you what," Seto said. "Let's go take out the bitch and then we'll stop at the hospital on the way back."

"Sounds like a plan." Tristan replied, quickly gathering himself and reaching for his coat. "Just promise me you'll behave."

Seto snorted. "I always behave."

/Yeah, right./

"Hey! I heard that!"

/Bite me./

Seto rolled his eyes. "Very funny."

Tristan grinned and pulled Seto into a quick hug. "Showtime, pal."

~*~*~*~*~

"Gods!" The woman behind the reception desk whispered to herself, her eyes widening in appreciation at the sight of the two men striding across the lobby toward her.

She knew who they were…Tristan Taylor and Seto Kaiba. Her eyes lit on the shorter of the two brunets and she smiled as they stopped in front of the high counter.

"We're here to see Rita Adams." Seto stated, his eyes boring into the woman.

A quick check of the appointment book told her they weren't expected. "I'm sorry; Mr. Kaiba, but you don't have an appointment."

"Nevertheless, we're here." Seto crossed his arms over his chest. "And I demand to see her."

Tristan rolled his eyes and elbowed Seto out of his way, leaning on the counter. "Once again I find myself apologizing for his bad behavior. I don't think he really pays me enough to put up with his moods. Think you can forgive him?"

"I…I g-guess so." The woman stammered, feeling her face heat up as she looked up into an inviting smile and warm hazel eyes.

"I know we don't have an appointment," Tristan said, leaning closer and holding the woman's eyes. "But we really need to see her. I would REALLY appreciate it if you could do me this favor."

"Well…she doesn't have anyone in her office at the moment…"

"So we wouldn't be interrupting anything."

"Just let me let her know you're here." She reached for the phone and gasped as Tristan's hand came down over hers.

"You don't have to disturb her. We can just show ourselves in." Tristan squeezed her hand gently. "I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble."

"O-Okay." She stammered again, the color on her cheeks intensifying as she felt Tristan's thumb rub over her knuckles. "Just…umm…go down the…the hall. It's the last door on the right."

"Thank you." Tristan said sincerely, giving the woman's hand one last squeeze before letting go. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."

"You're welcome." She replied, somewhat breathlessly, as Tristan back away slightly before turning and walking away, Seto following.

"You do realize," Seto said blandly as soon as they entered the hallway. "What you just did constitutes sexual harassment."

Tristan grinned. "I got us in unannounced, didn't I?"

Seto rolled his eyes. "You're going to get arrested one of these days."

Tristan just laughed.

They stopped outside the closed door that led to Rita Adam's office.

"This is it, pal." Tristan reached out and gripped Seto's shoulder. "It ends now."

Seto handed Tristan the file folder containing the damning evidence Bakura had collected. "Let's do it."

~*~*~*~*~

"I'll never be able to look him in the eye again." Otogi said miserably.

Master Kiotou regarded his grandson sadly.

The young man was sitting slumped on the stool, his elbows on the counter and his head in his hands. There were tears in his eyes.

"Why do you say that?" The old man asked. "How do you know Joseph was upset by what you said? You left before he had a chance to take it in."

Otogi shook his head. "I just hope he didn't tell Tristan. I couldn't stand it if he hated me."

"Tristan could never hate you." Master Kiotou said. "And Joseph has said nothing."

"How do you know that?" Otogi looked at the elder. "They don't keep things from each other."

Master Kiotou raised an eyebrow. "Do not doubt what I say, young man."

"I'm sorry, Grandfather." Otogi said. "It's just…why? It's bad enough I'm in love with TWO people…why does it have to be two people I'll never have a chance at being with?"

Master Kiotou reached across the counter, tucking Otogi's hair behind his ear in an affectionate gesture before cupping the young man's chin in his gnarled hand.

"You will not spend your days alone, Otogi." He said, his wise, old eyes looking directly into his grandson's jewel-like orbs. "That much I can tell you."

Otogi sighed, his gaze falling on the scared countertop as his grandparent's hand left his face. "I had no right to say that to Joey. Not knowing what Tristan has planned for next week. I don't think I can stay for the…"

He was cut off as the door opened, setting off the bell above it, and the subject of their discussion walked into the apothecary shop.

"Sensei." Joey greeted his old teacher as he approached the counter. "Hey, Otogi."

"Hi, Joey." The raven haired man avoided the amber eyes.

"Joseph, I am glad you are here." Master Kiotou said. "Yugi called this morning. Young Justin is coming down with a cold and I have some medicine for him. Could you take it over to the game shop for me when you go to pick up your daughter?"

"Sure. I'd be happy to." Joey replied, not even bothering to ask how the old man knew Lexi was over there with Yugi and Justin.

"It is in the back. It will take me a couple of minutes." The old man moved toward the storeroom. "Make yourself some tea. There are some rosehips next to the kettle for you. They will help with your sore throat. When I return, we will discuss your lack of weight gain."

"Amazing." Joey shook his head with a grin as the herbalist disappeared. "If I didn't know him as well as I do, he'd freak me out as bad as he does Seto."

He moved behind the counter and, finding what he needed, began to prepare the hot drink. Waiting for it to steep, he turned around to find Otogi watching him.

A faint blush colored Otogi's cheeks and he looked away.

"Otogi," Joey leaned on the counter, taking the other man's hands in him. "We need to talk."

"Don't." Otogi withdrew his hands. "There's nothing to talk about, Joey. I should have kept it to myself."

"Why? You have just as much right to your feelings as anyone else."

"I have NO right." Otogi avoided Joey's eyes again. "You and Tristan love each other…"

"That aside..." Joey interrupted. "I don't want to lose your friendship. It means too much to me."

"It means a lot to me too." Otogi finally looked at him. "I just don't know if I can be around you guys."

"Why not?"

"It hurts too much." Otogi whispered.

"Otogi…please." Joey felt tears sting his eyes. "I need you. No one understands the way you do."

"Joey, try to understand…it's hard enough having to be around Tristan for work…"

"So, that's it?!" Joey's look was devastated. "You can't be around us any more?"

"I don't…I don't know. I need to come to terms with the fact I can't be with either of you." Otogi sighed. "Joey…I have to go away…"

"You're leaving?!"

"No," Otogi held out his hand. "Not like that. I'll be back. I just need to be alone for a while…to figure things out."

"But he is not leaving right away." Master Kiotou came back into the room, giving the emerald eyed man a stern look. "He has an event he must attend with me and his grandmother next week."

Joey ignored the old man, going back around the counter and standing close to Otogi. He looked down at him, a single tear escaping to track down his face. Otogi felt like his heart was being torn in two.

"Promise me you'll come back." Joey said, his voice choked.

Unable to help himself, Otogi stood and took Joey into his arms, his own voice thick with emotion. "I promise."

Joey clung to him, burying his face in the soft, black hair until Otogi pulled away, turning and leaving the apothecary shop without another word.

As the door closed behind him, Joey dropped down onto the stool, burying his face in his hands. He felt a hand on his head and he looked up into sympathetic old eyes.

"It will work out the way is should, Joseph."

"Why, sensei? Why did this have to happen?" Joey bit back a sob. "And why does it hurt so much?"

"You already know the answer to your last question. As for the rest, I cannot tell you that."

"Can't, or won't?"

"You must all follow your own paths, my friend."

Joey shook his head. "I don't want it to be like this. Otogi is my friend."

"It is as it will be." Master Kiotou said. "Otogi will always be your friend, Joseph. He needs that friendship as much as you do."

Joey wiped his tears away. "It can't be this way, sensei."

"You must talk to Tristan about this."

"I can't. Not now. He's having a hard enough time as it is. He's not ready to hear something like this."

"Do not be so sure. Tristan loves you almost beyond reason. The reason he reacts the way he does to some things is because is because he feels so much more strongly than you or I. He finds it difficult to control his emotions and becomes overwhelmed by them."

"I don't understand." Joey shook his head.

"He and Seto are two halves of a whole. Due to his upbringing, Seto has learned to suppress his emotions. Tristan is his opposite…the other side of the coin. It is almost as if what Seto does not feel, Tristan is forced to."

"I can't tell him. Not yet. I can't hurt him…I won't."

"A time will come, Joseph, when you MUST tell him." The elder smiled gently at his young friend. "Do not be afraid of the results. Tristan loves you."

Joey nodded, his eyes going to the door Otogi had left through. [Please, Otogi. Don't cut us…me…out of your life. I do need you. I do. Please, Otogi…]

~*~*~*~*~

Rita Adams pulled the sheet of paper out of the ancient typewriter and crumpled it up, tossing it toward the wastebasket.

She was getting nervous. There had been nothing but silence in response to the story she had run about the children. She had done it to see just how far she could push them. But there hadn't been so much as a peep. She felt like things were starting to fall apart.

Yesterday, she had gone to the monthly get-together of local reporters. Normally it would have been a good time. She would get together with her peers, swapping information, contacts, that sort of thing. But yesterday, people had blatantly avoided her.

Steve Brooks, a society reporter with the Sun, had even had the gall to tell her she had "no business dragging defenseless children into that crap you write".

Then he had turned away, telling a colleague that he had an exclusive on some event coming up that involved Tristan Taylor.

And to top it all off, Becket had disappeared; making her wonder if he hadn't met the same fate as Keith Howard. She couldn't prove it, but rumor had it he was dead, and she'd bet everything she had that Tristan was the one who killed him.

The door to her office opened and in walked the subject of her thoughts, Seto Kaiba by his side, as always.

"Well, if it isn't the dynamic duo" She sneered. "Or should I say…the demented duo."

Tristan didn't even blink.

"What do you want?" The woman demanded.

"It's over, Rita." Tristan said. "I'll give you a week to clear out of Japan for good."

Rita raised an eyebrow. "Have you been snorting your boyfriend's stash, Tristan?"

Tristan's eyes narrowed minutely. "Considering your own background, I'd watch my mouth if I were you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your husband didn't take his own life because I took over his company." Seto said coldly. "He was in over his head with the mob."

The color drained from the woman's face. "You have no proof."

Tristan threw the file on her desk. "Both the Chinese and Italian mafia were closing in on him. He used his company to launder money that came from drugs, prostitution and illegal gambling. Problem was, he got greedy."

"Millions of dollars disappeared." Seto continued. "You're very lucky they haven't come after you."

Her hands shook as she opened the folder. Inside there were pictures of her husband with well known mafia members. There were even two pictures of her with him. There were also bank statements, copies of cash transactions, receipts and the like.

She looked up to find herself trapped in an icy hazel gaze. "What do you intend to do with this?"

"Nothing." Tristan replied. "Provided you leave and never come back. If I ever hear your name connected to mine, or ANYONE in my family again, Rita, I send this information to the media…and the police."

"And don't even think about trying to cross us on this one." Seto said. "The minute I step from this building my people have orders to watch you constantly until you leave. I'll know every move you make."

Tristan didn't feel a shred of sympathy as the light went from her eyes and she seemed to age twenty years.

"You should have known better than to try to mess with our children, Rita. It was really rather sloppy of you." Tristan said as he turned his back on her. "You have one week."

Seto cast one last scathing glance at their defeated enemy before turning on his heel and following Tristan.

As they crossed the lobby, the secretary called out to them, coming out from behind the counter and approaching them.

She stepped in front of Tristan, looking up at him with a seductive smile. "I hope you got what you came for."

"I did." Tristan returned her smile. "Thank you for your help."

She held out a slip of paper. "Call me if you need another…favor."

It was all Seto could do not to laugh as Tristan put the paper in his pocket, acting like he just might take her up on her offer.

Tristan stepped closer to the woman, fighting to keep the grin off his face. "I will. Thank you again."

"Tristan, we have a meeting." Seto interrupted before his friend could string the poor woman along any further.

Tristan didn't say a word, just smiled into her eyes before turning to leave.

As they went through the doors, Seto glanced back over his shoulder. The secretary was standing in the middle of the lobby, a dreamy look on her face as she watched them leave.

"You're something else." Seto said as the doors shut behind them. "Joey know you do that?"

"He's almost as bad as I am." Tristan grinned.

"She HAD to know that you don't go for women."

Tristan snickered. "Happens all the time. When I was in New York, this woman tried to convince me that if I slept with her I wouldn't be gay anymore."

Seto rolled his eyes as he unlocked the car. "And why do I get the feeling you brought that on yourself?"

Tristan just shrugged and pulled the piece of paper containing the secretary's phone number out of his pocket. He crumpled it up and threw it in a nearby trashcan before getting in the car.

"Let's go over to the hospital and see Robbie." Seto said. "Why don't you guys spend the night? We can call Ryou and Bakura too. I feel the need to celebrate."

Tristan smiled. "Sounds like a plan, pal. Bakura really came through for us on this one. You really should bring him on full time."

"I was planning to. I'm going to have him attached to your department."

"Makes sense." Tristan reached for Seto's hand, lacing their fingers together. "Love you, pal."

"Love you too, Tris." Seto smiled at him. "I'm glad it's over. I couldn't have done it without you."

"That's what I'm here for. Always have been, always will be."

~*~*~*~*~

"Joey." Yugi waved his hand in front of his friend's face. "Hey, Joey! It's your move!"

"Huh?" Joey's eyes focused back on his cards. "Oh. Sorry."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine." Joey's smile was unconvincing. "Just a little distracted."

"Mmm-hmm." Yugi raised an eyebrow.

They were sitting at a small table in the den, dueling. Yami was sitting with Ryou and Bakura, talking, while Seto was at the bar, fixing drinks for everyone.

Yugi smiled as his gaze fell on Tristan and the kids. Justin and Tristan were both laying on the floor on their stomachs, a chessboard between them. From the looks of things, Tristan was losing.

Yugi reached across the table and grasped Joey's arm, nodding toward them and calling the blond's attention to Lexi.

She was crawling all over Tristan, who didn't seem to notice. She sat herself on her father's shoulders, her legs hanging down, and began to kick her heels against his chest.

"Ouch!" Tristan grabbed Lexi's foot. "Lexi…don't."

Lexi leaned over Tristan's head, looking at the chess board. "Papa not dunna win."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, baby girl."

"Well, you ARE losing, Uncle Tristan." Justin said, a small smile ghosting over his lips.

"Listen, you," Tristan said. "The game's not over yet."

Justin shrugged, moving his rook. "Might as well be. Check."

Tristan rolled his eyes and countered the boy's move. "Very funny."

"Papa?" Lexi ruffled her fingers through Tristan's short, spiky hair. "Ow tum do no haf wong hay-war?"

"I dunno." Tristan replied with a shrug, lifting Lexi and making her giggle. "I like it short."

Lexi regarded the small, gelled spikes. "Papa hay-war tarp…wike Ba-ra teef." She touched the tip of her finger to one of the spikes. "OW!"

"Knock it off, monster." Tristan grumbled.

"Lexi low Papa hay-war! Is fun!" She touched another spike. "OW!"

Lexi suddenly shrieked and her weight was gone from Tristan's shoulder. He looked up to see Yami squeezing her and covering the elfin face with kisses.

"Ah! Doan…'ami! Lexi no tan breave!"

"Don't squeeze her too hard, love." Seto said as he came over. "We need her to crucify Tris."

Yami laughed and carried her over to the couch, dumping her into Bakura's lap.

"Here, buddy." Seto handed Tristan his drink. "Justin kicking your butt?"

/Bite me./

{Fuck you.}

/Been there. Done that./

Seto laughed. "It's getting easier to do that lately."

"I noticed. Doesn't seem to hurt your head as much."

"Um…excuse me, Uncle Tristan?" Justin interrupted.

"Sorry, little man." Tristan turned back to the boy. "Where were we?"

Justin pointed at the board. "Checkmate."

Tristan groaned. "I lost to a four year old!"

"That's okay, Uncle Tristan." Justin said. "I beat Pharaoh too."

"He hasn't beaten me though." Seto smirked, offering Tristan a hand up.

"I checked you twice." Justin said, climbing to his feet as well. "And Daddy beats you all the time."

"Bedtime, Justin." Seto deftly changed the subject.

Justin looked at Tristan over the tops of his glasses and rolled his eyes. "Does he do that to you as much as he does it to me?"

"All the time." Tristan grinned.

Joey came over, having conceded the duel to Yugi, and put his arm around Tristan. "Yugi and I will tuck them in."

"Thanks, pup." Seto bent down and kissed Justin's forehead.

The two children made their rounds, being hugged and kissed by their family. Lexi clung to Bakura while Justin avoided him completely.

As Joey and Yugi led the kids off, Tristan sat down on the couch next to Bakura.

"Justin smoked you, huh, slim?"

"I'd like to see YOU beat him." Tristan retorted.

"He's quite the little prodigy." Ryou commented.

"He's something alright." Seto sat down in a chair, pulling Yami into his lap. "He's almost scary at anything that has to do with tactical thinking."

"Yugi and I are putting together a deck for him." Yami said.

"Joey wants one for Lexi." Tristan said. "I think she's a little young for it, but Joey wants to get her started."

"You never know, Tristan. It may be just what she needs." Ryou commented. "It'll probably help her."

"I don't know." Tristan sighed. "Master Kiotou thinks she never developed properly because her mother was using while she was pregnant. He suggested we take her in for testing. He thinks there may be some brain damage."

"Hey." Seto looked Tristan in the eye. "No matter what, she has a family who loves her and supports her."

"Seto's right." Bakura said. "I couldn't love her any more if she was my own."

Tristan smiled at Bakura. "Thanks. It means a lot to me and Joey that you guys are so supportive."

"We're your family, Tristan." Ryou said. "We'll always be there for Lexi."

"Oh, before I forget, buddy." Seto interrupted. "I got them."

"Really?!" Tristan's eyes lit up. "Can I see them?!"

Seto shook his head. "It's a surprise."

"Well…why can't I see Joey's?"

I SAID, it's a surprise. Humor me, okay?"

Tristan rolled his eyes. "Fine."

"Can we take Lexi for the night?" Ryou asked.

"Don't see why not." Tristan replied.

"Do you think Joey suspects anything?" Yami asked.

"Nothing." Tristan grinned. "Let's keep it that way."

"Serenity's flight gets in that morning." Seto said. "I'll bring her here."

"Sounds good, pal."

"Well," Yugi said as he and Joey came back into the room. "We had to put Lexi in Justin's bed with him."

"Why?" Seto raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't she like the room we had done for her?"

"It's not that." Joey said, sitting on the arm of the couch next to Tristan. "She didn't like that she was in the next room."

"You know." Yugi pushed Yami over and sat down. "Maybe we should knock out part of the wall between the rooms."

"Maybe." Seto shifted, trying to get more comfortable with both his husbands sitting on him. "Gods, you two…my legs are falling asleep."

"Speaking of sleep…" Bakura stood up, hauling Ryou up. "Let's go to bed."

"But it's only nine o'clock." Ryou protested. "I'm not tired."

"I didn't see anything about going to sleep right away." Bakura began pulling Ryou toward the door. "See you guys in the morning."

Ryou blushed. "Umm…yeah. G'night, guys."

Yugi rolled his eyes as the two white haired men left. "And he calls ME sex crazed!"

"You are." Seto grinned, dropping a kiss on Yugi's forehead.

"Hey!" Yugi pouted.

"I wouldn't have you any other way, love."

"Well, I want to have a shower before bed." Joey stood, looking down at Tristan. "Join me?"

"You don't honestly expect me to say no, do you?" Tristan grinned.

Seto laughed. "Gods, Tris. You have absolutely NO tact."

Tristan shrugged as he rose and took Joey's hand. "I use it all up at work."

"Goodnight, guys." Yugi said as they left the room.

"Well," Yami looked at Seto. "Everyone else has gone to bed."

Seto smirked. "Is that a hint?"

"Wanna see just how sex crazed I am?" Yugi asked with a mischievous smile. "And you know…I got a new bottle of massage oil and some candles today."

"Then get the hell off me already." Seto laughed. "Let go to bed."

"And you say Tristan has no tact." Yami mock-scolded.

~*~*~*~*~

Three oil-slick bodies lay entwined on the bed; the light from the candles casting a soft glow over the lovers.

The scent of vanilla from the candles warred with the raspberry fragrance of the oil that covered their skin, permeating the air. The only sounds that were heard were of ragged breaths, and the deep, husky moans that came from Yami as his husbands loved him.

"Beautiful." Seto growled as his hands traced light patterns over Yami's hot skin.

"I agree." Yugi replied, his head dipping lower and his tongue delving into Yami's navel, tearing a sharp gasp from his darker half.

Seto slid down to join Yugi, immediately bending his head and taking Yami's erection into his mouth. Yami cried out, bucking beneath them. Yugi pinned down the twitching hips as he continued to lick at his other's stomach.

As Seto pulled back to tease the tip of Yami's arousal with his tongue, Yugi lowered his head and licked along Yami's length, taking over as Seto pulled away completely.

Seto moved back up, claiming Yami's lips in a demanding kiss. He let one hand drift over Yami's chest, stopping to tease a tan colored nipple to hardness.

Yami reached up, sinking his hands into Seto's hair as he felt Yugi slip an oily finger into him. He moaned into the kiss, his grip tightening, as the first digit was quickly followed by a second.

"Aibou…please!" Yami tore his lips from Seto's. "I need you!"

Seto was surprised. Yami and Yugi always used their mind link when they made love, saving their spoken words for him.

"Take him, baby." Seto said to his other husband. "I don't think he can stand much more."

Yugi released Yami, nodding his agreement. They had been torturing him for over an hour. The fact he hadn't used their link showed just how desperate he was becoming.

//Get on your hands and knees, Yami.//

As Yami complied, Seto moved as well, reaching for Yugi and kissing him deeply, caressing the smaller man's arousal with a slick hand.

Yugi fought for dominance of the kiss, and failing, pushed Seto away from him. He rose to his knees and grasped Yami's hips, positioning himself and thrusting hard.

[[Oh, Ra! YES! Aibou…my love…yes!]]

Seto sat back, watching them. A soft hiss escaped him as a bolt of desire shot through his body, seeing the matching looks of pure rapture on their faces. He reached for the massage oil sitting on the bedside table and poured some into his hand. He wrapped his fingers around his own length, stroking himself as he lay down on his back, moving under Yami.

Yami shuddered hard as he felt his erection being engulfed in Seto's hot mouth.

"Seto…please!!" He moaned as he alternately pushed back against Yugi and thrust into his tall husband's mouth.

Seto sucked harder, his hand leaving his weeping length. He reached up between his husbands' legs, quickly finding what he was looking for.

Yugi growled as he felt Seto's fingers enter him. He tried to thrust back onto the invasion even as he began to pound into Yami harder.

Seto made contact with Yugi's prostate even as Yugi slammed into Yami's. Light and dark climaxed simultaneously, twin screams of pleasure echoing through both the room and their minds.

Yugi collapsed in a trembling heap, while Yami managed to stay upright long enough for Seto to move out from under him. He felt Seto press a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades as his oil- and sweat-soaked body fell limp against the bed.

Seto sat up, grabbing Yugi by the arms, pulling the lighter of his husbands toward him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Yugi and fell back onto the bed, cradling the smaller form against his chest.

Yugi lifted his head, forcing his eyes open to gaze lovingly down at the brunet. He could see the need in Seto's eyes, feel it pressed against his hip, throbbing.

"What are you waiting for?" Yugi whispered. "Take me, Seto. I want to feel you inside me."

"Yugi…gods…" Seto groaned, rolling them over.

He pushed Yugi's legs up and pressed slowly into him, watching the amethyst eyes glaze over with desire.

Feeling his hikari's pleasure, Yami stirred, pushing himself up and crawling closer to Yugi. He leaned down to kiss him, feeling the beginnings of arousal again as the link flooded with the physical and emotional sensations of what Yugi was feeling.

Yugi moaned loudly as Seto began to move on him, reaching to curl his fingers around his own length, stroking himself in time with Seto's thrusts.

[[Aibou…it feels so good…]]

//Lay next to me, Yami. I want you to feel this too.//

Seto watched as Yami moved onto his back, his long elegant fingers enclosing his erection. He knew that his husbands had sunk deep into their mind link, that they were sharing the experience. It wasn't the first time they had done this.

"That's it, Yami." Seto thrust into Yugi faster. "Feel it, love."

Yami gasped as he felt Seto crash into Yugi's prostate, hearing his light whimper. He bent his knees, thrusting up into his hand. The feeling of his own climax approaching, coupled with the tension growing in Yugi's body, brought tears to his eyes.

"Oh, gods, Seto." Yugi groaned, pushing up to meet him. "Right there…please!"

"Harder…please, Seto…harder!" Yami begged, his thrusts matching Yugi's.

Seeing them both so close to the edge, knowing they were both feeling the same pleasure, Seto moaned as his own lust burst, making the edges of his vision blur.

Yami arched off the bed, his breath catching in his throat as his orgasm overtook him. "Seto…l-love you." [[My light…I love you.]]

//Yami…// "Seto…" Yugi whined, feeling Seto's hot seed fill him and, seconds later, the backlash of Yami's release.

He sobbed as his own climax crashed into him and he gripped onto Seto's arm weakly with his free hand.

Seto withdrew slowly, struggling not to collapse on top of the man beneath him. He lay down on his side, pulling Yugi to him and holding his still twitching husband gently. When Yami moved to cuddle into Yugi's back, Seto reached out, tangling his fingers in Yami's sweat damp hair and drawing him in for a kiss.

"It's so incredible…seeing you two do that." Seto whispered against Yami's lips.

Yami moved back, smiling. "It's an amazing experience, but it tires us."

Seto glanced down at Yugi, finding him already asleep. "I can see that."

"Go to sleep, my dragon." Yami caressed Seto's cheek. "It's been a long day."

"I'm glad it's over." Seto settled down, shifting Yugi into a more comfortable position. "A lot of weight's gone from Tristan's shoulders, that's for sure."

Yami pulled the covers up and pressed close to Yugi. "It's a great relief to Joey as well."

"Mmm…" Seto's eyes were closed.

Yami smiled, draping his arm over Yugi, gently rubbing Seto's side. "Sleep well, my love."

Seto didn't hear him.

~*~*~*~*~

Tris: Go Yugi!!

Otogi: When do I get a lemon?

YD: When I say so.

Otogi: *rolls eyes*

Tris: You know the rules, Otogi…you don't get a lemon until they've tortured you.

DD: And we're not done torturing you yet.

Lexi: De-ders no quish Lexi!!

Joey: Then stop being so cute.

Yami: Lexi, if the readers want to squish you, you have to let them.

Justin: I'll find you a place to hide, Lexi.

Lexi: Tank-too, Jut-in.

Ryou: Tell the readers to review, Lexi.

Lexi: Peas de-dew…but no quish Lexi!