Shattered

Shattered.
By Lady Jade

Disclaimers:
Warnings: I don’t own Yugioh. Damn. Anyways, I’m not making any profit off this, and my hat is off to all the talented ppl who worked so hard to make Yugioh successful. If you sue me, all you’ll get are my student loans. Have fun. This is Yaoi boys and Girls. Boy boy interaction. (TxJ) Explicit stuff. NO kiddies or ppl with heart conditions. Swim at your own risk!
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A/N: Well, You will be glad to know that the lemon has arrived. It was actually done several days ago, but I had to leave for a trip, and when I tried to post it AFF was down. Not cool. Its been posted to my page but not here, so, it was done. But that’s my apology. Mhhh. Yep, well, that’s it an don with the show.

- Wataris_Girl

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Time had flown, Joey couldn’t help but notice as he sat shirtless on the windowsill of his room, Tristan sleeping quietly back in his bed. The moonlight highlighting the wounds that had healed into faint scars, now gone from the harsh pink of freshly removed sutures to the tan of summer and old damage. His ribs had stopped hurting yesterday. Three months. Three whole months with Tristan, his new family, and occasional correspondences from his sister. He thought smugly about his grades nearly rivaling Kaiba’s now, and the art classes he was taking. He had already sold two paintings, and the card designers were hounding him into a free ride at Kendall in the states, they wanted to hire him they said. Wasn’t that something. He hoped wherever his old man was he choked. Joey Wheeler wasn’t a dirty, cold and wounded street punk anymore.
He let his hand drift over the scar over his heart. That was the one that made the most sense to him, that he could justify existing. He let his thoughts wander sleeplessly. He didn’t slumber as deeply as Tristan did, and the neighbors were having a party and the music was blaring. He sighed. It was a song Kaiba had once danced to with him. Kaiba. Now there was an emotional can of worms. The funny thing was, he didn’t really hate Kaiba, he had been his first lover, and surprisingly gentle, but they had just been too many universes apart. They were in love, but they hadn’t really loved each other. It was a two party guilt and he knew it. But he didn’t want to think about Kaiba, not on a night like this.
He settled for watching Tristan sleep. He could do that for hours, sometimes when he couldn’t shut his mind off, he would sit here on this very windowsill and watch him sleep and dream. No one made Joey feel like Tristan did. No one. And that was just the thing. When he was with Tristan, he was handled like he was sacred. Tristan could have had him a dozen times over, but refused to until Joey was healed and in no further pain. Joey had tried begging, pleading and generally whining, but no luck. Tristan was as firm on that as he was on Joey’s emotional health. He was grateful for that. Some might have seen it as possessive, or even controlling, but Joey saw it for what it was. Tristan loved him uch uch that any sacrifice on Joey’s part was too much. And truthfully, he respected that.
A particularly loud rap song picked up, rattling the windowpanes and the door on its hinges. The neighbors really had a stereo system. And Tristan woke with a grumble of complaint.
“Noisy stupid rrr…” The brunette murmured and then suddenly panicked, realizing Joey was not sleeping beside him anymore.
“I’m right here ‘Tris.” He whispered gently.
“No need to whisper love, no one can hear anything but the neighbors.” He laughed; his expression somehow relieved, as though glad that Joey had not left or run off.
Tristan stood groggily and wandered over to snuggle his still sleep warmed body against Joey’s, Nuzzling the little hollow in his throat, and then moving to sweetly kiss his temple and lace their fingers together.
Joey whimpered thankfully and curled in closer.
“Jo, you shouldn’t think about sad things. Sometimes its ok too, but you’ve been doing this a lot lately…You need to know that the world isn’t going to crash in on you. This isn’t going to fall apart. You deserve to be happy. And I am glad for you, I’m glad you’re with me.”
The rap song faded out, and a slow sentimental piece picked up. Joey recognized it, the lyrics were really beautiful. It was in English, and the band was American; “Dolphin’s Cry” He remembered it being called. He closed his eyes and just listened, letting the moonlight kiss his skin. He liked the song. He wanted to share it with Tristan.
“Dance with me?” Joey mouthed the words.
Tristan got the hint, and wordlessly enfolded Joey in his arms, pulling him to his feet and into the pool of moonlight pouring through the window.
Tristan locked his strong arms around Joey’s waist, pulling him close, and Joey wrapped his arms gently around Tristan’s neck, listening to the stead rhythm of his strong heart and feeling the soft sway of their impromptu dance, the way their skin brushed at just the right moments. Joey closed his eyes against the tears. Tears of gratitude, of love, of physical want. It felt so right here with Tristan. No one had ever wanted to dance with him in moonlight, feel the rhythm of a song whose words they did not understand, but whose soul, whose voice they knew all too well. It was as if Tristan and Joey had written the song, and the lyrics had emerged from the knowledge of two hearts that knew hurt and need and the powerful pulse of memories, some long gone, and others yet to come.
“I love you so much.” Joey whispered against soft and lean skin of Tristan’s chest, his lips brushing the powerful planes there in a worshipful caress as the song ended.
“Joey…”
“Mhhh?”
“I want to be with you.”
“Mfhhh?” Joey asked as he nearly choked and tilted his head up to Tristan for confirmation.
“Now?”
“I picked you up by the ribs and you didn’t even wince. I know you’re not in any more pain, and I want…I need you so bad.” Tristan cried.
Joey reached a hand up to touch the tears glistening on that moonlight-laced cheek. Brown eyes met his pleadingly.
“Please Jo?”
“You don’t have to beg Tris’” Joey murmured as he let Tristan pull him into a heated kiss that was short lived as the taller duelist broke their union.
“I need you I need you I need you.” Tristan hiccupped as he let his hands push Joey’s lower body up against his.
Joey gasped as Tristan’s hardness pulled an answering firmness from his body in the one feather touch of their hips. He could already tell making love to Tristan would be like making love to air. It seemed to Joey that only the really strong could be so very gentle. It made his heart nearly burst with love for Tristan, that, and the longing for the spicy taste of his taller Koi’s skin. Joey was just the right height, and tilting his head and running his fingers in a caress against Tristan’s abs, let his lips brush and then suckle a taunt tan nipple. Tristan whimpered, his eyes closed and head tilted back as he roughly articulated Joey’s name, grinding his hips into tlondlonde’s and already panting.
“Slow down Tris, slow down, its Ok, I’m not going anywhere.” Joey murmured reassuringly as he bent to nibble the side of the brunette’s neck.
“Ah…Jo!” He whimpered as his knees buckled under the tender ministration of the blonde in his arms. Joey shouldered up under the weight, guiding Tristan onto the floor and onto his knees. This would have to be fast at first, he could tell Tristan was damn near desperate; and if being as patient as he had been was any indication, he was surprised he hadn’t died from sheer want yet.
Joey peered around looking for his bag. Fortunately it was by his nightstand, and within easy reach. He dragged it over by a strap and found the small tube of hand cream that he kept there.
“Bingo.” He whispered as he set the tube in Tristan’s hands and then kicked his sleep shorts off in a move that would have made a professional stripper look fumbling.
He turned around to see Tristan in a one eyebrow raised look of astonishment.
“Were really going to do this aren’t we?” The taller duelist whispered as the din of another rap song rattled the windows again.
“Well, I’d like to, but you know, Tristan, if you want, we don’t have to.”
“I want to, but…”
“Your first time?” Joey asked gently.
“Yeah.”
“You know what to do?”
“Well, yeah, I just am…I don’t want to hurt you or anything?”
“Well, it always hurts a little, but don’t worry, that changes really fast.”
“Joey…I…”
“Tristan, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I do…I just.”
“Ok, lets put it like this, you just do what you want to do, and if you do anything wrong, I’ll let you know?”
“Joey…I…”
“Tristan, I need you in me so bad right now I am going to start screaming if you DON’T do something, got it?”
Tristan shivered at the feral look of need glistening in those amber wolf’s eyes. And unable to hold back anymore, he pounced.
In one grab he had Joey around the waist, and then laid him back onto the floor, letting his mouth fall to kiss that lean and perfectly sculpted chest and feast on the sensitive flesh over scars.
“Beautiful….Beautiful…” Tristan growled as he made Joey whimper. Letting a raspy growl escape his throat as he worshiped every inch of his lover.
Joey arched and shivered under Tristan’s tender ministrations. He was so strong, and yet, still, like air. He wasn’t being pinned or pushed or weighed down, just supported in strong arms and kissed nearly senseless. He closed his eyes and arched his back as he felt a hot tongue flick out and trail into and below his belly button in one thrusting motion. He only had a moment of warning when he felt hot breath against his erection, and then a hot, wet mouth engulfing every inch of his length.
“Ohmygod!” Joey yelped as he struggled not to shriek aloud in pleasure. There was a quiet click as Tristan milked his length, nuzzling, tasting. And then there was a cold wetness at his entrance, and strong hand holding his hip down. He could feel that hand tremble, and then he was entered with two fingers.
“Ohgodtristanimgoingtoscream!” Joey hissed.
Tristan released his shaft for a moment and smiled, to Joey’s aroused and hypersensitive body, it felt as if the moonlight were hot, and was spilling onto him with a near burn, he wondered if Tristan felt it too.
“Go ahead, scream, no one can hear you.” Tristan reassured, his voice laughing and gentle.
When Tristan began to move his fingers Joey bucked up to meet each stroke, groaning every time they touched that spot deep inside of him. The one that Tristan seemed to have discovered and was using to make him wail incoherently and beg for more. Damn him for being such a fast learner.
A third finger and Joey did scream. It had been a very long time since he had been with anyone, and damned if it didn’t hurt.
“Jo?” Tristan whispered, stilling and waiting.
“Don’t stop.” Joey grated and thrust into Tristan’s hand until his fingers were completely buried.
“Jo, if it hurts.”
“Now! Take me now! Tristan don’t you dare stop now!” Joey pleaded, his eyes alive, feral with need for completion.
“Ok.” Tristan whispered as he tried to stop from shaking. He was going to be inside Joey, be one with the blonde, and…what if he made a fool of himself…
“I don’t want to make a mistake.” Tristan admitted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“You won’t Tris, this is making love, not a test. There isn’t a ‘pass fail’ mark on this. I want to make love to you, any way you’ll have me. You can’t mess up, now PLEASE!” Joey started to sob. Tears of frustration and longing pent up from waiting for so very long for the completion that he needed.
Tristan could barely stop trembling, but he managed to liberally coat himself with the cool lotion, enjoying the way its chilly touch pulled him back from the edge a bit. He again coated his fingers, and then placed more of the cold stuff at Joey’s entrance, making him whimper. Suddenly, Joey pushed him away and flipped himself off of his back and onto his knees. This perplexed Tristan who had nearly had to lunge back to keep from being knocked over.
“DO IT.” Joey commanded.
“Jo?”
“It’s easier for you this way, and you’re tall enough that we can still kiss.”
“Jo, are you sure?”
“Now!” Joey wailed.
Tristan shook his head in astonishment, and then slowly nuzzled back against Joey, resting his cheek between his shoulder blades and letting one hand guide himself, let the other caress the blonde’s stomach.
“I love you Jo.”
“I love you too Tristan.” Joey breathed as he leaned back a little, letting Tristan’s erection brush his opening tantalizingly.
The taller duelist kissed between Joeys shoulders, then turned his cheek into the dip there and concentrating and moving slowly, pressed into the blonde’s tight heat.
Tristan shivered at the tightness pressing back against him, he felt like he would never make it past the blonde’s tight opening without hurting him, and then there was a sudden yield, and he slid inside into the welcoming and hot caress.
“Jo, oh god!” Tristan hissed as he slid in a little further.
Joey just hung his head and dug his fingers into the shag carpeting, trying not to scream or move.
He let himself relax slowly and take in more of Tristan. He was a slow, slick, filling heat, and Joey wanted him inside more than anything in the world, but he couldn’t rush it. He needed to let Tristan go only as fast as he was willing to. It was frustrating.
Tristan began to rock involuntarily, thrusting, pulling back, and thrusting a little further, until he managed to finally come fully seated inside his blonde lover.
Joey sobbed in relief as the pain and pleasure of being filled nearly swallowed his senses whole.
“I love you Tristan.” Joey sobbed, as the brunettes smooth chest came to rest like a hot blanket over his back. He could feel his lover’s tears of astonishment rolling down his shoulders. Yeah, it was kind of overwhelming. Joey knew that.
“Tristan, its ok to move, when you’re ready.” Joey comforted as he felt strong arms cage him in on either side of his shoulders.
“I love you Joey, so much, gods you feel so good.” He growled as he lifted his head and let instinct take over. First one languid stroke, and then another, and then slightly harder and faster. Joey bucked back to meet him with a cry of raw need. There was no weight on his back; no weight on his knees and Tristan was trembling as he supported his own weight.
“Lean on me Tris.” Joey whimpered as he tried to speak coherently while he was being pleasured. “Lean on me, I can hold you up.”
“I’m too heavy.” Tristan growled.
“No your not, lean, then hold my hips, I want you to…”
When Tristan complied Joey thought the world had tilted on its axis. Callused hands clasped his hips as powerful muscles weighted him down. Now he could push back into his lover’s thrusts.
“Good…good….ahhh…so mhhh…” Joey bit his lip as he fought for control. Not now, not so soon... but Tristan was hitting that spot for him over and over, and gods it felt good. He could hear Tristan groaning almost like it was from a great distance. He pushed back into each thrust with reckless abandon, arching his back and crying unintelligibly as Tristan blew his mind and rocked his world. He dimly was aware that he starstarting to sob helplessly, giving in to his body’s desire for completion, to finish, to throw himself onto the waiting wings of ecstasy. Tristan’s hands were suddenly bruising on his hips, those hands clenching so hard that they would leave bruises, Joey was certain; and then without a sound, Tristan came inside him, scalding hot. It was more than enough to send Joey over the edge too. But unlike Tristan, he was not quiet, he came with a throaty growl and then an “Oh.” of surprise as his arms ceased to be able to hold him, and he collapsed with Tristan pinning him to the carpet. But that didn’t matter. How could it? Everything was lost to a haze of white and the sounds of his own heart beating and his lungs straining for air.
Then the pressing weight was gone, and strong hands were turning him over.
“Joey, Joey? Did I hurt you? Are you ok?”
Joey blinked and fought the urge to drool unintelligibly on himself.
“Mhhh Fine. Didn’t hurt me. M’brains gone bye bye, gimme a sec Koi.”
Tristan hugged the blonde to his chest as he cried.
“I didn’t mean to fall on you and…”
“Oh Tristan, shut up man. I love you and you didn’t hurt me. You aren’t that heavy…”
Joey managed to push himself upright until he could cradle against the sweat damp chest of his lover.
“You were crying Jo, I had to have been hurting you…but I couldn’t stop.”
“Hurting me?” Joey laughed. “I was crying because you were pleasuring me…”
“But you sounded so…pained!”
It was at that point that Joey had to remind himself that an intuitive lover wasn’t necessarily an experienced one.
“Oh Tristan, that’s the way I sound.” He laughed. “I cry like that sometimes, right before I come really hard…now, lets get into bed before you freeze, your still shivering and you don’t need a chill.” Joey chided.
Tristan let himself be lead back to the bed, and then slid gratefully under the sheeith ith Joey. The blonde immediately cuddled to him, and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.
“Jo? Was I ok?” Tristan whispered into the silence between them.
“Oh Tris, is that what your worried about?” The brunette’s mocha brown eyes met his, filling with uncertain tears.
“Tristan, making love with you is the most amazing thing. You make me whole again, you love me like you’ve been loving me forever, and tonight was…new for you.” Joey whispered as he bent to kiss emotion trembled lips.
“And I’m sorry that we didn’t kiss more, I just got so caught up in…everything…and…”
Joey just laughed.
“Will you stop worrying? I told you before, anyway and anyhow you want me is fine. But I do like kissing you, I have to admit that.” Joey smiled before he drew Tristan in for a searching and reassuring kiss.
Pretty soon, Tristan had ceased to tremble and was nuzzling into Joey, wrapping their sweat-slicked forms together under soft blankets.
“You’re right, I’m worrying too much, aren’t I?”
“Yes.” Joey laughed as he swatted his lovers butt playfully.
“Joey.”
“Mhh?”
“I really love you, you know that?”
“Yeah. I do, and you know what?”
“I really love you too.”
Tristan sighed happily as he snuggled down under the blankets; suddenly sure now that everything would be all right. Nothing had changed at all between him and Joey, and yet, the blonde seemed more at ease in his arms than he had in a long time. Maybe he needed to heal on more than one level. He had not thought about this being one of them. He let his fingers comb through the still sweat damp blonde silk of Joey’s hair. He was already sound asleep.
“I love you Jo, and I swear to you, we will have the brightest future we possibly can. I will move heaven and hell if I have too.”
And he meant it.
Every word.

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Owari.

Thanks much to those who review and read, and please keep reviewing. I may post another lemon side story sometime for this one, so keep your eyes peeled. :P
Cheers!
- Lady Jade