Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Yami Virus ❯ Hurt and Comfort ( Chapter 20 )

WARNING: JOEY X SETO LEMON!!! TRISTAN X OTOGI LEMON!

CREDIT: The lube Tristan and Otogi used was my wife's idea. I know, guys, I don't how she came up with it either. Sometimes it's best not to ask, I guess.

Lully-chan: Tristan's brother is mean. Tristan takes no crap from his brother. *hands Aten plushie*

Valea: Aria heard memories, like, voice echoes. I thought that was cool, too. It makes me feel really good knowing you guys like my stories. I find it ironic how I've wanted to be accepted all my life and people who have never seen me before are more accepting of me than those I met face-to-face. I consider all of you guys my friends! *hands various plushies*

Kura Magician girl: Rhonda will get hers eventually. Years in the future.

Broken Time: The memories still hurt, but the writing helps me feel better.

I is Me: Because they are so cute! *hands Robbie plushie hugging an Aten plushie*

Hurt And Comfort

Seto looked out of his office window at the setting sun. he held his hands behind his back and looked over the city.

"Aria, where are you?"

A knock sounded at the door and Seto turned. "Enter."

Joey entered the room and approached Seto. "Seto? Are you okay?"

Seto sighed and lowered his head. "Four days, Joey. My men have been looking for four days. Nothing."

Another knock sounded on the door. "Enter."

Donny and Joel entered. "Sir, we checked the waterfront, the piers, and the local establishments."

"Anything?"

"No, sir. Nothing."

Seto went to his desk and sat in his chair. "Where else did you check?"

"We checked the docks and the suburbs. My men swept every place within a fifty mile radius of Ryou's house," Joel said.

Donny handed Seto a business card. "One of the proprietors gave me her business card."

Seto looked at the card and the color drained from his face. His blue eyes darkened and he narrowed his eyes.

Seto stood up slowly and slammed the business card on his desk. Seto's body shook and he pointed to the door angrily.

"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE! OUT! OUT! NOW!"

Joey watched as Joel and Donny walked out of the office. Seto's head hung low.

"Seto? What is it?"

Joey looked at the business card. "Dr. Diane Flemming? Seto? You know her?"

Seto turned to Joey. "Please leave me alone, Joey. I….I have to be alone."

"Seto, who is this woman? Do you know her?"

Seto turned, his eyes full of water. "Please, Joey. Go. Leave."

"Seto, please talk to me."

Seto narrowed his eyes, his body shaking with his inner turmoil. "I. Said. Get. Out, Joey."

Joey nodded. "Okay, Seto. I'll see you when you come to bed. Don't stay up too late."

Joey left and Seto looked at the business card.

The CEO looked on his desk and closed his eyes against the sound of her laughter resonating through his head. His body shuddered as he remembered her impaling herself on him.

He returned to the window and covered his eyes. "I thought I put it behind me! Her smell. Her touch. I can't stay here."

Seto left his office, leaving the business card on the spot where she threw him down on his back. Seto walked to the bedroom he shared with Joey.

Joey sat up in the bed. "Seto?"

Seto removed his shirt, pants, and underwear. "Need a shower," Seto growled coldly.

Joey watched as Seto slammed the door behind him and heard the shower being turned on quickly.

Seto stepped into the scalding hot water, taking a washcloth and washing his manhood quickly. His skin turned red as the steam surrounded him.

"It won't come clean," Seto whimpered as his body quaked. "So dirty…."

He heard the door open and close and saw Joey standing there naked.

"Seto? Do you need help?"

Seto wept. "It won't come clean. I'm so dirty!"

Joey stepped into the bathrobe and opened his arms. "Come here, love."

Seto dropped the washcloth and clutched Joey against his chest. "So dirty….."

Joey caressed the brown hair of his lover. "I know, Seto. My poor master."

Seto's body was wracked with sobs as he buried his face in Joey's neck. "How could I let her do that to me, Joey?"

Joey rubbed his lover's back. "It's not your fault, Seto. Was this the woman who…forced herself on you?"

Seto nodded. "I couldn't stop her. I froze."

"I've been there, Seto. Your body reacted to the sensations."

Joey kissed his lover's head as he felt Seto's body already reacting to the sensation of being pressed against him.

"Why did it have to happen?"

"Here, Seto." Joey bent down and picked up the washcloth. The blond lathered the washcloth and rubbed the washcloth over Seto's neck, leaving a white trail of soap behind. Seto gripped onto Joey's shoulders, holding the blond at arm's length.

"If you want to hold onto me, Seto, that's fine."

Joey washed the other side of Seto's neck and his shoulders.

The CEO's sapphire eyes kept focused on Joey's face. The blond washed Seto's strong arms.

"Joey, why are you doing this?"

Joey rubbed the washcloth around Seto's chest. "Because I love you."

Joey washed under Seto's arms and his stomach. The brunet cringed and clutched Joey to his body again when the washcloth roamed toward his loins.

"It's okay, Seto. I won't do that if you don't want me to."

Joey lathered up the washcloth again and took the opportunity to wash Seto's back.

"Why do you want to help me?" Seto's eyes lost some of their luster. Seto's entire demeanor had changed from one of his old, cold self to a frightened child.

"Because I love you, Seto. I'd do anything for you."

Joey washed the entire back gently while kissing Seto's forehead.

The CEO pulled back and gripped onto Joey's shoulders again. "I…I love you, Joseph."

Joey reached up and stroked his lover's face. It was rare that the CEO had ever called him by his formal name. When he did, it was always spoken like a prayer, reverent and quiet.

"Love you, Seto."

****LEMON BELOW*******

Seto pulled Joey to him slowly and leaned down, bringing the blond into a deep kiss. Joey returned the kiss, washing Seto's hips and moving behind him to wash his buttocks.

The brunet moaned into the kiss as his lover washed him gingerly. Seto kissed the line of Joey's jaw, pulling back his body a little for Joey to wash him in the front.

Joey avoided washing Seto's length for now.

"I love you, Joey. Gods, I love you."

Joey watched his lover pull back as the washcloth washed his inner thigh.

Sapphire eyes burned into Joey's brown eyes. The blond sat on the edge of the tub to wash Seto's legs.

"Turn around, baby," Joey whispered.

The brunet turned and Joey washed the back of Seto's legs. Seto turned around again and cupped Joey's chin in his hand.

"Joey…..I….."

"What is it, baby?"

Seto bit his lip and took a deep breath. He pulled Joey to his feet and guided Joey's hand to his length. The CEO pulled Joey into a deep kiss again, the washcloth cleaning his manhood gently.

The brunet clutched onto Joey as he felt his lover stroke him. This was Joey. This was a touch that he had learned to trust in their ten years as a couple. Joey had never violated his trust and was always a kind, considerate lover.

Seto's hand ghosted down Joey's body to Joey's own weeping length. Sapphire eyes and brown eyes locked desperate gazes, looking deep into the other's soul and seeing the reality that they needed each other. They were meant to be together to support each other, both having suffered the same tragedies.

Joey rested his head on his lover's soft skin as Seto massaged him.

"Joey, you feel so good, baby," he whispered as he rest his cheek on Joey's head.

Joey smiled, cupping the base of Seto's length and his globes gently. "I love you, Seto."

The CEO kissed down Joey's neck and down his belly. The brunet looked up as the hot water coursed down his hair and all over his naked body. Seto's hands slid down Joey's sides, worshipping every inch of Joey with his fingertips.

The CEO looked ahead of him and saw Joey's straining arousal, weeping with translucent fluid. Seto lightly brushed his tongue against the head, cleaning up the liquid flowing from his lover.

Joey stroked the brunet's hair softly, careful not to make Seto uncomfortable. Joey backed against the wall of the shower as Seto swallowed around him.

"Baby…..so good."

The CEO deep-throated his lover, making Joey moan loudly. Seto absorbed his lover and pulled back, only to bring him into his warmth again.

Joey tried to resist the urge to bring himself deeper into the warm cavern surrounding him. He didn't hear a cap opening on the Peach conditioner and the sound of Seto lubricating his digits.

Joey moaned again as he felt a slick digit roam between his legs and behind him. The blond placed his left leg on the edge of the tub to allow his lover more access.

He breathed in sharply as a slick, conditioned finger slipped into his body.

His legs were threatening to become weak. Seto buried his digit inside and moved it in and out of his lover's body.

Seto's other hand moved to his own erection, stroking himself gently. Seto slipped another digit into Joey's tightness and moved them both in and out of his lover's body.

Sweat dripped from Joey's body from the heat of the shower and the motions of his lover. Joey looked down and saw the water dripping down his lover's body, caressing his skin. The crystalline drops slid down Seto's body, adding to the fire of his passion.

Seto withdrew and stood up. He turned Joey around. The CEO kissed the back of his lover's neck as he massaged his length with the Peach conditioner.

Seto positioned himself at Joey's entrance and slid inside slowly and carefully.

The blond whimpered and moaned as his body was filled with his lover's swollen, throbbing member.

Seto buried his length into his lover and brought Joey against his chest. He whispered in Joey's ear. "Baby…."

Joey shivered as waves of pleasure crashed onto him like the water from the showerhead. He could tell the CEO was still to allow his body to adjust, but there felt like another reason why he was motionless.

"Seto? Are you okay?"

Seto buried his face in Joey's neck. "I don't want this to end."

Joey wrapped his arm behind his head and stroked Seto's hair. "Then let's just stay like this, love."

Seto's POV

I remained still. I couldn't move. Memories flooded my mind about that dreadful day. That was the day I thought that I had put my stepfather aside for good.

I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

I held Joey against me, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine.

That's right.

This is Joey. Not my stepfather holding me against his rough, scaly skin. Not Diane.

Joey.

The love of my life. I couldn't feel like I could move. I remained still, indulging in the comfort Joey was giving me. I wasn't inside Diane.

I was in Joey. My body throbbed inside my lover. I could feel his body cling to me, holding me tightly inside of him.

Just let me stay here a little longer.

I just need to feel Joey inside.

I just need to feel Joey.

He is all I need.

Without warning, my body convulsed and I climaxed, sending my passion into my lover.

My love gave a moan as he turned his head towards me. "Does my dragon feel better?"

"I needed you so bad."

"I know, Seto. I know, baby."

Normal POV

The water from the shower splashed against their skin as the blond felt Seto's body deep inside him. Both of them stood still and silently, letting only the sound of the shower be heard.

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Tristan left the gym. Tristan had convinced himself he needed to work off some tension because of Rhonda and his brother. The brunet could feel the tension all over his body and knew that his temper would make him take out his frustration on Otogi…something he always deeply regretted when he felt it coming.

It had only happened once when Tristan had a fight with his brother over Rhonda. Tristan came home and Otogi pushed him too far. Tristan sent Otogi flying across the room with an upper-cut to the jaw. Tristan spent the next week serving Otogi hand and foot. Otogi had forgiven him, but had told Tristan he wouldn't take that type of abuse. So, Tristan had joined the local gym to get his temper redirected. In the nine years since it happened, they had not had a reoccurrence of that night. Otogi told Tristan that if Tristan ever raised his hand to him again in anger, Otogi said sternly that he would leave. Tristan didn't want to lose Otogi. The thought frightened him.

One time they came close. Tristan left the apartment furious, but returned three hours later with a box of chocolates and sushi.

Instead of serving Otogi hand and foot, they cuddled up on the couch, watched a movie, and ate their sushi contented and happy.

Since Otogi could cut the tension around Tristan with a knife, Otogi told him to go lift some weights and run a few laps around the track to help work out his anger at his brother and his niece. 'Better hit the punching bag than me, Tristan Taylor.'

He hopped on his motorcycle and rode home. Today's temperature was higher than normal and even though the air flew by Tristan, a thin layer of sweat formed on his face.

He looked at his watch: 5:15. Otogi would be home making dinner. He always left his Dungeon Dice Monsters shop around four to make sure Tristan had a hot meal on the table when he came home.

Otogi was a great cook. Otogi always baked excellent pies and cookies. Tristan chuckled at the thought of Otogi cooking. The Dice Monsters champion constantly denied he was not the feminine type.

It was hard not to think that way with Otogi's penchant for crying during romance movies and eating chocolate ice cream the same time every month.

But, Tristan loved him. Nothing compared to Otogi's soft skin, long ebony hair, and cat-like green eyes. Yes, Otogi's sensitivity was excessive sometimes, but Tristan wouldn't trade him for anything.

When he arrived at his apartment building, he passed a man and woman who shot him deadly looks. Tristan knew some of his neighbors did not appreciate his type of lifestyle. But, because of his height and strong build, no one would dare approach him and question him regarding his sexual preferences. Tristan became skilled at ignoring their dirty looks and muttered words of prejudice.

Only Otogi mattered.

Those people didn't matter. Who gave a shit what they thought about his orientation?

Otogi was all he needed.

Tristan rode the elevator up to the 25th Floor where he walked to his apartment. On the door he found a post-it note with a derogatory statement regarding his homosexuality.

"I have to find another apartment. This is getting ridiculous!"

He opened the door and removed his jacket. "Otogi, I'm home!" Tristan closed the door when he heard Otogi in the kitchen.

"What's for dinner, sweet-cheeks?"

Tristan stopped short when he saw Otogi standing at the kitchen counter wearing only his frilly, lacy pink apron. He turned his head to Tristan, the raven hair falling around his shoulders.

"Hello, Tris. I'm just…stirring the meat," Otogi said seductively.

Tristan grinned and walked up to his lover. "I love meat." Tristan placed both hands on Otogi's behind and pat them gently. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are you cooking our dinner naked?"

Otogi turned around with a small spoon of gravy. "Do you want to taste my gravy?"

Tristan raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth. Otogi moved the spoon away. "No, Tris. You have to blow on it first. It's very….very.." Otogi narrowed his eyes and smiled with seduction. "It's very, very hot."

Tristan blew on it and Otogi brought the spoon close to himself and turned the spoon over, letting the gravy drip down his chest.

Tristan smiled. "Dirty boy." Tristan leaned over and licked the trail of slipping gravy off of Otogi's bare chest. Otogi started to unbutton Tristan's shirt slowly. Tristan pushed Otogi against the counter and finished licking off the cool gravy.

Tristan pulled back as Otogi rubbed his chest. "Why are you wearing this thing? I bought it for you as a gag gift! I didn't think you would actually wear it!"

Otogi unbuttoned Tristan's jeans and massaged Tristan's length through the fabric. "You said you wanted to see me cook in this…and only this. I couldn't disappoint you."

Tristan pressed up against Otogi's hand, letting the dexterous fingers rub him gently.

The brunet moaned and threw the post-it note into the trash.

"What was that?" Otogi asked.

Tristan rolled his eyes. "Some people who have too much time on their hands."

Tristan looked over at the countertop. "You made a cake today?"

Otogi continued to stroke Tristan through the material. "Chocolate cake. Your favorite."

Tristan reached over and turned off the burners to the stove to prevent the food from burning.

Otogi reached over for a tub of chocolate frosting. He opened the tub and dipped his finger into the creamy frosting. He put some on his lips and Tristan leaned in to kiss him.

They shared a sweet chocolate frosting kiss. A husky moan came from Tristan as Otogi's hand dived underneath the fabric.

Tristan's hands held Otogi against him and slid down his body, rubbing the skin. The brunet moaned again as he rested his head in the side of Otogi's neck as his lover stroked his length.

"Gods, Otogi…..That's it, baby."

Otogi suckled on Tristan's earlobe as he felt the brunet push against the hand that cupped him.

Tristan picked up Otogi and laid him on his back on the table. Tristan ran to the refrigerator and removed something from the door.

The brunet returned to Otogi and leaned over to kiss him. Tristan pulled down his jeans and pressed himself against Otogi.

The Dice Monsters champion wrapped his legs around his lover's waist, pulling him closer.

The boys ground their hips against each other, rubbing and caressing each other with their arousals.

Otogi grinned. "Do you want me to take the apron off now?"

Tristan shook his head. "No…leave it on. Who's my favorite little kitchen bitch?"

Otogi playfully slapped Tristan's chest. "I'm not a kitchen bitch!"

Tristan's left hand slid between them, stroking himself and Otogi together. "Who's my little pussycat?"

Otogi smiled and purred into Tristan's chest. "Feels good, Tris. Don't stop."

Tristan smiled. "Oh, I won't stop, pussycat. Don't you worry your head about it." Tristan grasped Otogi's manhood in his hand, letting his thumb drift over the head of Otogi's length.

A desperate moan came from the raven-haired boy. Tristan leaned over and dug his teeth into the side of Otogi's neck and sucked hard.

Otogi arched his back against Tristan as the brunet licked the spot of his bite.

A mark was left in Tristan's wake. "My little pussycat. I love you."

Otogi writhed under Tristan's touch. "Tristan…I need you, baby."

Tristan kissed the mark he left on Otogi's neck, almost proud that he had marked Otogi as his own. Tristan stood up and looked around for a quick lube. On the countertop stood half-melted butter.

Tristan ran to the burners on the stove and turned them off. He went to the butter and Otogi let out a groan. "Butter? Have you lost your mind?"

"We already did chocolate sauce, maple syrup, cooking oil, whipped cream, regular lube, flavored lube, caramel. Hell, We've even used coffee cream! We've never used this before! Where's your adventurous spirit?"

Otogi arched his back and moaned as his body rubbed against Tristan. "Just do it, then!"

Tristan took the slick substance and coated two fingers with it. He pulled over a chair and sat down, licking up his lover's length and inserting a single digit past the muscle protecting Otogi's entrance.

Otogi wrapped his legs around his lover again and bucked himself into Tristan's warm orifice. The Dice Master panted heavily as his lover stretched his body with another invading digit.

Otogi closed his eyes and let out a moan as his lover swallowed around him. Tristan sipped gently, indulging himself with the

flavor of his lover.

Otogi's long fingers crept low to Tristan's short brown hair, rubbing the scalp.

Tristan withdrew slowly. "You enjoying this, my little pussycat?"

Tristan's eyes coursed over Otogi's body in the light of the kitchen. Otogi's skin was covered with a blanket of sweat which was dripping off of him. Teary emerald gems looked up at his lover.

"Tristan, I love you so much."

Tristan's hand rose to stroke Otogi's cheek. His hand slipped lower on Otogi's body. "Are you ready?"

Tristan withdrew his slicked fingers and placed himself at Otogi's entrance. Otogi propped himself on his arms and watched as Tristan slid his throbbing length into his body slowly.

Tristan's head buried itself in the side of Otogi's neck. His arm wrapped around to Otogi's back, helping his lover stay up.

The brunet pressed his lips against the raven-haired boy's. Tristan's other hand gripped Otogi's length and stroked the hard flesh.

Otogi looked up at his Olympian god, his strong muscles coated and dripping with sweat. His hazel eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with erotic pleasure.

Otogi's arms soon became weak and Tristan slowly lowered him back on the table. The kitchen table creaked as Tristan pounded into the body below him. The Dice Master thrashed his head side-to-side, moaning amidst Tristan's manly grunting.

Otogi's body rocked against Tristan's motions as the table once again screeched against the floor.

Tristan gripped Otogi's hips, pulling Otogi against him. Tristan grit his teeth, his body shaking and moving desperately into his lover's body.

Tristan climaxed, sending his passion into his lover's body. Otogi moaned loudly and arched his back as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. Otogi shuddered, climaxing over Tristan's hand with a whimper.

Tristan collapsed on top of Otogi, panting heavily. Otogi wrapped his arms around Tristan and stroked the brown hair of his lover.

Otogi's eyes closed as he felt his lover's warmth inside him.

When he gathered his strength, Otogi looked up and saw the wall against his head. "Holy Shit, Tris! We moved the table against the freakin' wall!"

Tristan chuckled. "Well, we always did want to move the furniture in here."

Otogi rolled his eyes and sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"

Tristan grinded against Otogi chuckling. "Love me forever?"

Otogi pulled his lover down to kiss him. "Consider it done."

Otogi pulled Tristan down for a passionate kiss and smiled. Tristan removed himself from Otogi as the Dice Master sat up.

Tristan pulled Otogi to his chest and wrapped his arms around him. "Love you forever, baby," the brunet said, cuddling his lover against him.

Otogi sighed. "Tris, shouldn't we finish cooking dinner?"

Tristan purred against Otogi's raven hair. "Just a moment longer, pussycat."

Otogi wrapped his legs around Tristan and nuzzled against Tristan's broad, muscular chest.

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