Beauty

First Things First: Howdy. Yet another chapter of Beauty. Alas, I hate to see it, but things get mighty angsty in this chapter, actually the next few chapters. Poor Yugi, but that’s the story…as Joey gets closer to Tristan, Yugi gets lonelier and more self-destructive. Don’t worry, there’s a lovely happy ending to this epic, but we’re not at the end yet, about halfway done now. Damn this thing for being so long. Anyway, you had to know the angst would reemerge, otherwise this just wouldn’t be any good. But anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter anyway. It’s long…

Disclaimer: No Yugiohs were involved or harmed in the making of this story…Watch out for the lemon goodness… ^_^

Song notes: Catch Me If You Can by the Beau Sisters, Ladyfingers by Luscious Jackson, Like I Love You by Justin Timberlake, Everywhere by Michelle Branch and Four Seasons of Lonelinessby Boys II Men. I had to include the lyrics to the Boys II Men song because it’s exactly how I imagine Yugi is feeling. He’s been without Yami for over a year, and despite everything Joey and Bakura do for him, he’s still tied to him.


Chapter 11: Separation

I long for the warmth of days gone by,
When you were mine,
But now those days are memories in time.
Life's empty without you by my side.
My heart belongs to you, no matter what I try.

When I get the courage up to love somebody new,
It always falls apart 'cause they just can't compare to you.
Your love won't release me,
I'm bound under ball and chain,
Reminiscing our love, as I watch four seasons change.

In comes the winter breeze,
That chills the air and drifts the snow.
And I imagine kissing you under the mistletoe.
When springtime makes its way here,
Lilac blooms remind me of the scent of your perfume.
When summer burns with heat I always get the hots for you,
Go skinny-dipping in the ocean where we used to do.
When autumn sheds the leaves the trees are bare,
When you're not here,
It doesn't feel the same.

~Four Seasons of Loneliness
Boys II Men

“More mint chocolate chip ice cream, Baby?” Tristan asked picking the half finished container up. Joey shook his head no. “Alright, I’ll put it away.” Tristan headed back to the refrigerator. Joey came over for dinner, a break from studying. It had been a blissful ten days that Tristan was officially his. It felt nice to be in a relationship again, he still had his reservations of course. But how could he not.

And Yugi wasn’t making it any easier.

Joey began to realize last week after that lovely weekend with Tristan that part of Yugi’s advice was coming from something other than friendly concern. And it was also clear that Yugi wouldn’t have liked anyone that Joey came along with. At least in his case, he had specific reasons for disliking Bakura. Tristan had been quite frly tly to Yugi, in fact last Friday, Tristan and him had gone on a double date with Yugi and Bakura and Tristan had been wonderful to his best friend, and Yugi was snippy and rude for a good part of the night.

He gave up. He cared about Yugi, but Yugi was being selfish. What did he want from him? Of course he wanted to spend time with Tristan, he was his boyfriend. Besides, it wasn’t as if Yugi wasn’t out all the time with a random boy. He couldn’t have it both ways. Yugi would get over it. Eventually.

“Ready for the after dinner treat?” Tristan asked, jolting Joey from his thoughts. Joey made a face.

“What after dinner treat? We just had dessert.”

“I meant you, underneath me.” Joey gave Tristan a look and Tristan grinned sheepishly.

“Hey, I told you when you called that dinner was just a break. I have to go home and finish studying. Those chapters won’t read themselves, Tristan.”

“Sex first.”

“No, Tristan. I have to go back to my apartment. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tristan shook his head no. “No sex for you tonight.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter.” Tristan walked towards him, his grin broadening. “You didn’t come over here for dinner, admit it.”

“Listen here, sex fiend, I came because you invited me over for dinner. I didn’t come over here to give you sexual gratification. So I’m afraid you’re just gonna have to take a cold shower and see me tomorrow.”

“Joey, what’s the point of having a ridiculously cute boyfriend if I can’t take him whenever I want to?”

“Tristan, the answer is no. I won’t be so easily swayed by flattery.”

“Well, then I guess I’ll have to take what I want by force.” Joey made a face and got up from the chair, knowing that if he stayed seated Tristan was going to do something that was going to throw his brain offline and have him submitting to Tristan’s skills. “Don’t be afraid, Baby.”

“Stay where you are. Don’t come any closer.” Tristan smirked and put his hand on his shirt.

“Baby, don’t make this difficult.” He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it across the tiled floor. “Give in now to avoid the consequences of holding out on me, Joey.” Joey blushed, his eyes raking over the taunt, tanned, flawless skin of Tristan’s torso. He was getting aroused at the thought of making Tristan work for it. The last time he had avoided this Tristan had been so worked up by the time he gave in he took Joey hard.

Twice.

There was no doubt in either of their minds that Joey was going to wind up on Tristan’s bed, gazing up at himself in the mirrors overhead. The only question was how this little game of cat and mouse was going to go. Tristan had been right of course, he hadn’t come over to Tristan’s house for dinner. He wanted Tristan inside of him. Now. But he knew he had to play coy a little longer.

“What’s it going to be, Joey?”

“I’m not giving in this time, Tris. I’m sorry, I don’t know what you thought this was.”

“Have it your way, Baby.” Tristan’s and Joey’s eyes locked, Tristan not looking away as his hand drifted to his pants’ button. He popped it open and pulled the zipper down, Joey’s eyes watched Tristan’s hand movements and his dick swelled at the teasing. “Joey, you know what’s going to happen next, why fight it?”

“I won’t. Stay way, you pervert.” Tristan took three steps, closing in. Joey stepped back. If he didn’t get out of the kitchen soon Tristan would probably take him on the floor again. Not that that had been bad, of course. “Stay away. Or I’ll run.”

“Will I have to chase after you, Baby?” Joey nodded, smiling. “If that’s what you want, but I won’t be held responsible for my actions once I catch you. “Ca “Catch me if you can.” Joey took off and ran, Tristan walking behind him. He wouldn’t run. Not yet at least.

“You made your first big mistake. Everyone knows in a horror movie you never run upstairs when the bad guy’s after you.”

“This is a horror movie? So you admit to plotting my demise?” Joey called, already in Tristan’s bedroom.

“It’ll sound like a horror movie in a few minutes. You’re going to be screaming like you’re in one.” Tristan took the steps two at a time. But when he got to his bedroom he found the door closed and locked.

Joey smiled and waited.

“Silly, silly, Baby. This is my house. I have the key.” Joey could feel himself getting more worked up as Tristan unlocked the door. “You wanted to be caught, didn’t you, Joey?” he asked as he entered the room.

“Bad.” Tristan smirked and placed the key on his dresser. “So what are your plans for me?” Joey wondered, walking backwards. Tristan stalked towards him and Joey bumped into a wall. “Are you going to do bad things to me?”

“I don’t like having to work for something that’s already mine. I should make you suffer, Baby.” Joey’s smile grew.

“That the only reason you asked me out? So you could take me whenever you pleased?”

“Now you get the idea.”

“Jerk!” Tristan cut off any further protest and captured Joey’s lips with his own. Tristan’s tongue invaded immediately, Joey groaning as he was kissed roughly. Tristan’s hand went to the spot next to Joey’s head on the wall, as he pressed into Joey, eliciting a moan. Usually Tristan pulled away when Joey moaned into his mouth, but tonight he wanted Joey to see just how excited he made him.

The kiss continued, Tristan’s tongue fucking Joey’s mouth. Tristan’s hard-on pressed into his leg only worsened the situation he was in. He knew Tristan was doing this to him because he had resisted his advances. Tristan was making him suffer, and that realization made him harder. He squirmed, helplessly as he was dominated. He had to give the brunet credit, Tristan rarely gave up control, he was always able to keep himself pretty together when they did these things.

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen that made him feel lightheaded, or maybe it was Tristan’s kiss, but in either case, Joey got closer and closer to the edge. And the instant Tristan’s other hand reached under Joey’s chest to tweak a nipple Joey came, unassisted. He jerked into Tristan, and growled and then whimpered, and finally began panting.

Tristan stepped back and looked at Joey questionably. Did he just? Tristan let his hand dip into Joey’s pants and boxer shorts and smirked. “Well, well, well, Joey. What do we have here?” He pulled his hand out and sucked on his essence-painted fingers.

“You’ve never kissed me like that before.”

“Well, you asked for it.” Joey was beet red, and his arousal was returning. He couldn’t believe he had done that. “Joey, we’re far from done. You must know that.”

Joey flushed brighter. “I told you I have to go home and study. I can’t sleep with you tonight.”

“Still playing hard to get, Joey? You want more?” Joey looked at Tristan whose eyes were filled with carnal desire. There was no denying it, Tristan was going to fuck the shit of him in a matter of minutes. Joey could feel his penis throb at the thought.

“Tristan…” Joey was already falling apart once again. Why was he even trying? “Oh, Gods…Tristan…Tristan please…Please…”

“You shoul hav have denied me, Joey. You know how I get when I’m denied.” Joey wriggled against the wall. Tristan’s husky voice was making him harder, his pre-cum flowing steadily now. “Joey.” Damn it. The way he said his name was making him delirious. If Joey touched himself he had the feeling he was going to release a second time without much effort. “Joey.”

“Tris…shit…Tristan.”

“Undress.” Joey looked back up into Tristan’s eyes and bit his lip to suppress the urge to moan again. Tristan arched his eyebrows. And Joey lifted his shirt over his head. He flung the shirt and started on his pants, which were now much too small for him. He fumbled, trying to get them off, but he was all messed up again. Tristan watched Joey’s struggle with amusement and lent a hand, popping open Joey’s butto the the same way he had popped open his, one handed.

Joey shook his hips as Tristan pulled the pants and boxer shorts down. Joey clutched Tristan’s back to keep his balance as he stepped out of the clothing items. Tristan lifted Joey up and walked over to the bed where he dumped the blond.

Tristan dipped his head down and landed on Joey’s neck, leaving gentle little kisses and nips in his wake. Joey swallowed and met determined hazel eyes. “Lie back,” Tristan whispered into Joey’s ear.

Joey did as he was told, looking at his disheveled form in the mirror. He ed led like someone who was about to be worked over, and when he peeked across his own arousal to watch his boyfriend undress he knew that he was. Tristan smiled and threw his pants and shorts into a corner. Joey gasped as Tristan knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled Joey towards him by his thighs.

“Tristan…what are you…what are you doing?”

“Making you suffer.” Tristan’s tongue darted out and connected with Joey’s already moisturized opening. Joey wiggled, as Tristan took his legs over his shoulders. Joey’s eyes slipped closed as the brunet began circling his tight entrance before he plunged inside.

“OH GODS!” Tristan smiled, and continued his ministrations. Joey thrust his hips back at Tristan, his body reacting in a delicious way. The blond’s breathing turned urgent, his panting accenting the silence in the room. Joey’s whole body trembled under Tristan’s expert touch, his tongue leaving a trail of warm wetness as it slipped in and out of the puckered hole. Joey could feel the minute hairs on his body stiffen and tense as his boyfriend increased his pace.

Joey’s moans were entangled with his gasps as Tristan took him further to the end. When the wet muscle snaked out of his opening and up the underside of his shaft Joey shook violently. The brunet’s tongue journeyed until it reached the bulbous head of Joey’s erection. It ran over the slit at the peak, smearing some of Joey’s anticipatory release across the flesh. Joey couldn’t hold back any longer and thrust his hips up, wantonly begging for more.

“Watch this part, Joey.” Joey’s eyes opened and he looked at himself in the mirror as Tristan wrapped his mouth around his arousal. He keened, his body arching off the bed at a sharp angle. Tristan knew Joey wouldn’t last long. He could feel Joey pulsing against his tonsils.

Joey began unconsciously thrusting into his boyfriend’s awaiting mouth. Tristan took Joey in further, steadying Joey’s hips to keep from chocking on his length and began his downward decent all over again. Joey’s stomach muscles flexed as he was deep throated, his body bumped off the bed and he cried out desperately. Before long, Joey came…screaming, as Tristan had predicted only a little while earlier. Tristan stood up, and glanced at Joey whose eyes were lidded, and mouth slightly open.

Tristan gave Joey no time to recover as he grabbed massage oil off his dresser and poured some in Joey’s hand. He guided Joey’s hand to his erection and Joey began stroking himself, while Tristan poked a single digit into the blond. Joey whimpered, his eyes sliding shut again as he pleasured himself.

The brunet found himself mesmerized by Joey’s hand job, hypnotized by the way Joey’s member looked slick with oil as his boyfriend’s hand slid up and down the rapidly hardening meat. “Open your eyes, Baby…” Tristan’s voice was barely a whisper. Joey opened his eyes, which were glassy from his daze. He was still feeling the effects from his first orgasm, and he was already starting on his third.

Joey settled himself on his elbows, bending his legs at the knee and placing them at the edge of the bed. Tristan continued stabbing his prostate, Joey aching for more contact. He gave up trying to sit up to watch the show as Tristan entered a second wet finger inside of his tightness. He lay back, looking at himself in the mirrors, he cock jumping in his hand uncontrollably as he got himself harder.

Tristan removed his fingers.

Joey started wiggling back, so Tristan could get on the bed, but Tristan stopped him. “Stay right where you are, Baby.” Joey looked at Tristan again, not bothering to stop stroking himself. Tristan poured some more of the massage oil into Joey’s free hand and Joey instinctively lubricated Tristan’s dick. When Tristan was sure Joey had coated him sufficiently he stilled Joey’s hand. Joey whimpered loudlyTrisTristan butted his erection up against Joey’s hole.

“You’re gonna stand up?” Joey asked twisting his body in ecstasy. He was stroking himself a little faster now, he wanted to be really worked up by the time Tristan penetrated him.

“This I learned in Tokyo, Joey.” Tristan tossed Joey’s legs over his shoulders again, and leaned into him. “This is the perfect position for maximum penetration, Baby.”

“And you would know that because you’re a pervert.”

“Um hum.” Joey moaned as Tristan began to enter him, his thickness spreading Joey open. The brunet was going all on instinct as he felt his need surge in him. His breathing increased, and he closed his eyes to gather some control. If he kept watching Joey pleasuring himself he was going to take the blond before he had adjusted to the intrusion.

Joey wiggled into Tristan, further impaling himself on the hardness. Tristan was leaned far enough over Joey that he could kiss the blond, and he did, distracting Joey further. Joey’s stroking went harder as Tristan’s tongue ran down his throat. Tristan pulled up, breaking the kiss, smiling at the look of bliss on the blond’s face, whose eyes were closed again. He rested his hands on either side of his baby’s head and started moving.

Joey’s harmonics filled his ears as he shivered at the movement. Tristan was so big and as he slid nearly all the way out he felt his stomach flutter. “Tristan…” Joey pleaded, his free hand had wandered to his mouth where he nibbled on his finger lightly to relieve some of the intensity. Tristan didn’t go any faster as he slid in and out of Joey in steady strokes.

Each stroke was deep and satisfying, and within five slow strokes Joey came again. He whimpered, still stroking himself, even though he had released. Tristan kissed Joey’s earlobe, before asking in a lust filled voice, “Do you enjoy when I take you, Joey? Do you like the way it feels?”

“Yes…Yes..Tris…please…”

“How does it feel?”

“Good…oh gods…so good…Tris…oh gods…” Tristan still didn’t increase the pace, but Joey was in such an open position that his prostate was hit over and over again. Joey found himself hard for a fourth time. This was impossible, did he still have any semen left inside of him? He would soon find out.

“Joey, you’re so tight…” TrisTris…harder…as hard as you can…”

“Um…Baby…you’re making me so wet…I’m filling your insides with pre-cum…” Tristan let more of his control slip as he groaned and thrust in with two shaky, but hard strokes.

“Take me, really take me…please…” Joey’s eyes were half opened and he was watching Tristan’s body move against his in the mirrors. “Please…claim me, Tris…”

Tristan didn’t need any further encouragement and he plunged into Joeughlughly. Joey screamed. After three more strokes Tristan took Joey with reckless abandon, no longer able to maintain a firm rhythm. Joey panted, his body lifting off the bed with each push, Tristan securing Joey in place by gripping Joey’s shoulders. Tristan was now leaned back so far that Joey’s legs were back by his ears.

“Ready to see the face of God, Joey?” Joey screamed. “Shit…Joey…Baby…fuck…”

“TRISTAN…ahhhhhhhhhhhh….”

“JOEY…”

Joey gave up stroking himself and grabbed the bed sheets in a deathly clutch. Tristan was pounding into him so hard he knew he’d come without too much more stroking. Joey screamed, Tristan’s mouth was on his to silence him but Joey growled again. He could taste Tristan’s sweat in his mouth, he couldn’t see because his own sweat dampened bangs were plastered to his head and in his face. The friction was overwhelming, and as Tristan marked his neck with his teeth Joey came for the fourth time. He passed out as he exploded between their bodies.

That did it for the brunet. Joey’s silky walls constricted tightly around his shaft and he released loudly, instantly achieving nirvana as he emptied the contents of his balls into his moaning boyfriend. Before collapsing from utter exhaustion.

When Tristan woke up he was lying on Joey’s chest, who was playing with his hair. Tristan shifted and kissed Joey’s neck to show him he was awake and Joey looked down at Tristan with a smile.

“You woke up before me? How is that possible? Didn’t you come like sixteen times?”

“It was four. And you were the one who did all the work. I sat back and enjoyed the ride.” Tristan smiled brighter and sighed, contented. “I should be studying, I hope you’re happy.”

“Very.”

“It’s never been that good before, Tris.” Tristan smirked. “You and that damn horse penis of yours. I’ll probably be sore for weeks because of you.”

“Probably.” Joey rolled his eyes. “You know, in Tokyo, they have statues erected for me. I’ve pleased so many men they gave me a key to city.” Tristan laughed at the look of disgust on Joey’s face.

“You’re pretty damn smug.”

“Pretty much.” Joey hit him.

“Jerk!”

“Baby, I was talking to Mom today,” Tristan said sitting up, and changing the subject in one breath. “She wants to meet you. She told meask ask you to come up for a visit the weekend after next. It’ll be November 1st, which is a Friday.”

“Wow, October’s already halfway done?”

“Yeit’lit’ll be the fifteenth tomorrow.” Joey looked at Tristan and sighed, he was exhausted, he wasn’t getting anymore studying done tonight, that was for sure. “So, will you come? Mom’s really pestering me about it.”

“She really wants to meet me?”

“It’s a matter of life or death for her at this point. I’m half tempted to rent a child for the day and tell her we adopted her a grandchild just to shut her up.” Joey thought about it, he had never had to meet anyone’s parents before. All his guys in the past were on their own, much like himself, estranged from their relatives for the most part. Joey still had his sister, but she was in the states, and he rarely saw her. He envied Tristan a little, envied that his boyfriend had a good relationship with his parents where he had none. But if the Taylor’s were that anxious to meet him maybe that was a good thing.

With Yugi, he had gained a grandparent. So maybe he could have parents again if things with Tristan lasted. Gods, he loved Tristan to pieces. And Tristan seemed pretty crazy about him in return. He was being invited, it wasn’t like he was randomly showing up. Tristan spoke to his mother about him all the time. In fact, Tristan’s mother asked about him. Why was he hesitating? Well, meeting someone’s parents was a big step. He would only know Tristan for barely two months on November 1st.

So what?

“Well, Baby?” Joey opened his mouth to answer when the phone rang. Tristan grumbled and glanced at the caller ID. “It’s like she can read my mind.” Tristan reached over to answer. “Hi, Mom. I thought I told you I’d call you tomorrow.” Joey shifted on the bed, slightly uncomfortable. If he did go through with this and met Tristan’s parents what would they think of him? Would he be good enough for their son?

“I’m actually with Joey right now, and you’re interrupting…MOM! Don’t ask me that! Because it’s personal.” Tristan sighed and sat against his pillows. “I’m not trying to hide things frou, ou, but I’m not answering questions pertaining to my sex life. Because it’s none of your business. Yes, I’m careful. I’m well aware of that. MOM!” Joey glanced at his boyfriend and shifted again. “Mom, mom…I know. I know. No. Because I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk to you, that’s why. No, he didn’t say that. I said that.”

“MOM! I’ll ask him okay, I’ll ask him if he wants to talk to you.” Tristan looked at Joey, an apologetic look on his face. Joey swallowed. If he refused he’d make a bad impression, but he’d probably sound stupid over the phone. Joey swallowed again and reached for the receiver, already regretting this. “Here, Mom, hold on. He’ll say hi.”

“Hi, Mrs. Taylor,” Joey said, nervously.

“Hi, Joey. It’s so nice to finally talk to you. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“No, of course not, Mrs. Taylor. We were just watching television.” Joey looked at Tristan tentatively and back into his lap. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“Good.”

“Will you be coming up for a visit in a couple of weekends? Mr. Taylor and I would love to have you, I told Tristan to ask you, but I don’t think he takes me seriously.”

Joey blushed. “If it wouldn’t be too much of an imposition, I’d love to come.”

“Wonderful. There’s a harvest festival in town that weekend. And I’ve already started cleaning the house.”

Joey blushed harder. “You don’t have to go through any trouble for me. Honest.”

“Of course I have to, not not everyday my Tristan meets someone and falls in love. Poor dear, I was beginning to think he’d be lonely forever. He talks about you constantly, Jthisthis, Joey that…he sounds so smitten on the phone. I know I’m not giving you a lot of time but I just had to meet the guy who captured my baby’s heart.”

Joey glanced at Tristan who smiled at him, assuring him it was okay.

What in the world could he say to that? “I um…well…he means a lot to me too, Mrs. Taylor. He’s very special.”

“He can be cocky when he wants to be. Don’t be afraid to give him a smack now and then.” Joey smirked. “You have my permission.”

“Okay, Mrs. Taylor.”

“If he misbehaves you call me, and I’ll straighten him out.” Joey smiled, feeling more at ease.

“Okay, Mrs. Taylor.”

“Joey, there is one thing though.”

“Yes?” Joey bit his lip.

“Please, call me Emily.”

“Okay, Mrs…um, Emily.” Joey could almost see the smile on his boyfriend’s mother’s face.

“I’ll let you go. Tell my son to call me tomorrow. It was nice to speak to you, and I’ll see you in three weekends, alright?”

“Okay. Nice to talk to you too, bye.”

“Bye, Hon.” Tristan’s mother hung up the phone. Joey replaced the phone in the cradle and looked at the brunet.

“What kind of crap did she say to you?”

“She’s very nice, Tristan.”

“Yeah, she pretends to be nice. That’s how she lulls you into a false sense of security. She didn’t say anything embarrassing to you, did she?”

“No. She was very sweet. She wants you to call her tomorrow. And she told me that I was allowed to smack you when you acted cocky. And that if you get out of line I can call her and sl tal take care of you for me.” Tristan sighed. Joey smiled. “Does she get tired of your cockiness too?”

“She hits me just like you do.”

“In that case I think we’ll get along just fine.” Tristan made a face and his boyfriend laughed.


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Joey returned to the apartment after he showered off at Tristan’s condo. Yugi was sitting on the easy chair, reading. Yugi lifted an eyebrow and frowned. “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Wheeler. I guess dinner must have ran late.”

“What time is it?” Joey wondered, taking off his shoes.

“Half past the time you should have been home, Joey. “Do “Don’t be cute.”

“It’s a quarter to ten. You said you were coming back after you ate.”

“Tristan wouldn’t let me leave until I slept with him.”

“Of course not.”

“I’m in no mood, Yugi. I’m not going to apologize for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend. You have twenty or so guys that you see on a regular basis that you go see and sleep with, so don’t start.”

“What I do in my personal life has no relevance to this discussion, Joey.”

“Doesn’t it? You’re the last person I want to hear advice from. You’re incapable of committing.”

“I’m sorry I don’t fall hard and fast for the first guy who comes along, like you.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Yugi? I’ve been alone and single for over a year. You’re the one that went out every weekend, partying and carousing. And wasn’t it you who said I needed some dick? Now I’m getting some and you have a problem. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want you to stop lying. If you went over there to fuck him then admit it. Don’t go over there pretending you’ll be right back. You’ve found an abundant amount of time to spend with him, and while you’re out getting your fair helping of dick you’ve neglected your responsibilities to this apartment and this friendship.”

“You go out just as much as I do, Yugi… if it’s not with that fucker, Bakura, it’s with one of the many men in your private stash. And let’s not talk about helpings of dick, Yugi, since you get enough dick to supply the need of a military naval base.”

“Do what the fuck you want, Joey, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Good, because I’m tired of you coming home to be nagged and yelled at.”

“Why don’t you just live with him while you’re at it, you’re not doing anything around here anyway.”

“Do you know how busy I am? I’m never home because if I’m not at class, I’m at work. And when I got home this afternoon to try to study you had some fool in your room and you were moaning obnoxiously loud. At least I keep my sexcapades to myself.”

“Why do you care so much who I fuck and when? You’ve done nothing since you got home but talk about my sex life. Why are you all in my gear?”

“Because you’re all in mine. No, I didn’t come straight home, what’s your point?”

“You were supposed to wash the kitchen floor. But I suppose you getting your ass fucked was more important than keeping a promise you made to me.”

Joey looked at Yugi and his eyes narrowed. His blood was boiling. “I’m getting really sick of your shit, Yugi. I am so tired of this. I’ll wash the fucking floor, is that what you want?”

“YES!”

“Fine. And next time I come home from class keep your moaning and panting noises to yourself. I don’t want to hear you when some asshole takes you. And by the way, I know all about that incident when Bakura and you had sex in this room. You keep your fucking to your own room.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Tristan told Bakura about you guys in the kitchen. For god’s sakes, Joey, we eat in that room.”

“SHUT UP, YUGI.”

“Don’t raise your voice at me!” Yugi got off the easy chair and crossed the room. “I could fuck a hundred guys, and it’s none of your business. And even if I did, I still manage to cook and clean and shop for food and do what I’m supposed to around here. You on the other hand, are so fucking infatuated with that jerk you can’t lift a fingerou’rou’re damn right I’m going to nag you, Joey. Who do you think you are, you think because you have a boyfriend you can do absolutely nothing?”

“I told you I’ll mop the floor, damn it, Yugi!”

“Yeah, because I’m riding your ass, and what happens tomorrow when you’re supposed take out the trash, or Wednesday when you’re supposed to clean the microwave? I’m not your mother, you’re a grown ass man. I’m not going to baby you.”

“Holy, fucking god, Yugi… I haven’t done anything! Nothing. You’re only picking on me because I’m with Tristan. I don’t know why you have such a problem with me being with him, but you’re getting on my nerves.”

“I don’t like him, Joey. I like absolutely nothing about him.”

“So that’s what this is really about. You’re jealous.”

Yugi’s heart jumped. He looked away, trying to recover. “Jealous? Of what? I don’t care that you have Tristan.”

“You’re jealous that Tristan has me. That’s what this is about. You can’t stand the thought of me being with anyone else.”

Yugi gave Joey a bitter look. “Joey, I’m not trying to be with you. Or have you forgotten I rejected you three times?” Joey gave Yugi a look and then looked down. Shit, why the hell did I say that to him…Joey…damn it…

“I’m going to bed, you can mop the floor, or you can leave it dirty. I don’t care.” Joey padded towards his bedroom.

“Joey, wait. Please.” Joey sighed and stopped walking, but didn’t turn around. “I didn’t mean that, I was only trying to hurt you.”

“Well, you did a good job.”

“Babe, please.” Joey took a deep breath and turned around. Yugi wrapped his arms around his taller best friend. “Babe, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately.”

“Tristan will never replace you, Yug. Never.” Oh, Yugi…please… Joey hugged Yugi tightly.

“I wish you were my boyfriend, Joey. I wish you loved me like you love him.” Joey thought about what Yugi said and looked at him, releasing his smaller friend.

“I love you more than I can ever love Tristan, or anyone else. What we have can’t even be described, Yug. I adore you.” Yugi grinned at the blond.

“I love yoube. be. So much. I’m sorry.” Don’t leave me, Joey…please don’t leave me…

“I’ve been horrible to you these last few days. And you’re right, I’ve been neglecting my responsibilities in this apartment. I’ve been a shitty roommate and a shitty best friend. I haven’t been spending enough time with you. I’m sorry for that. This isn’t going to turn into Duke part II. You pick a day, and we’ll do something. Just the two of us.”

“How about this Sunday?”

“Sunday might not be good.”

“Joey, you promised me you’d come with me to Grandpa’s house.”

“I know, Yug, but Tristan…”

“If it’s Tristan I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about anything having to do with your boyfriend.”

“Yugi.”

“NO!” Yugi stormed out of the apartment. Joey slumped onto the couch.


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Bakura opened the door and met his babyface’s eyes. Yugi looked furious, almost enraged. “Babyface, you should have called first.”

“You fucking someone else, Bakura? Am I interrupting you?”

“There’s nobody else, Babyface. I only meant that you should have called so I could have tidied up first.”

“I don’t care what your apartment looks like.” Yugi walked inside, taking off his boots at the door and looking around the kitchen. “It looks fine.”

“I meant the bedroom.”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter.” Yugi sat at the table his eyes still angry. “What are you looking at?”

“Someone PMSing. Don’t snap at me because you’re angry with Blondie. I told you he was an idiot. Why you don’t believe me I don’t know.”

“You going to get on me now too?”

“Babyface, please. Don’t come over here if you’re going to start with me. I’m not interested. You have a problem with your friend you deal with it, or keep your mouth closed.” Yugi made a face. Bakura hadn’t spoken to him so harshly in a while. Not since they had first met.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Kura.”

“I’ll talk to you anyway I damn well please.”

“Like hell you will.” Yugi got up and walked over to Bakura, not sure what exactly he hoped to accomplish. Bakura picked him up with no effort and plopped him on the counter. Bakura’s counter was higher than his at home, and his feet dangled far from the floor. “You ass.”

“Babyface, why do you give a shit what Joey says or does.”

“He’s my best friend, how can I not care?”

“He’s with Tristan now.”

“So? Does that mean I’m no longer important?”

“Just let him go. This is quickly turning into another Yami. Another person you can’t seem to let go of.”

“Now you play the Yami card. Why would you bring him up?”

“Isn’t he the reason why you’re so upset? This isn’t really about Joey, this is about Yami. Yami’s the one who hurt you. Not Joey. Yet you give Yami more credit than you do your best friend. You should have let Yami go a long time ago. And because you haven’t all your other relationships with all the other people in your life are affected by this.”

“Thank you, Bakura. It’s so nice to get an opinion from you. Since you know so much about relationships. What happened to your last one, huh?”

“Ryou went nuts, that’s not my fault.”

“Just because I sleep with you doesn’t mean I’m in love with you, Bakura.”

Bakura looked at him unmoved. “There’s virtually nothing you can say to me that’s going to hurt me, Yugi. When are you going to learn that? I’m not glass, I’m not going to break.”

“Whatever.” Yugi crossed his hands over his chest. He wasn’t even sure why he was angry with Bakura. But he was. Maybe because Yugi had gotten use to pushing people away when they got too close. He hurt them before they could hurt him. But damn it if his white haired lover wasn’t persistent.

“I don’t understand your thinking. No more games, or half answers, or bullshit. Are you in love with Blondie, yes or no?”

“No. I’m not.” Yugi watched the relief wash over Bakura’s face, although he tried to hide it.

“Then if you’re not in love with him what the fuck is the problem?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I wouldn’t understand? You’re right. I don’t understand. Why chase after something you don’t want. What the hell is your deal?”

“I told you not to talk to me like that.”

“And I told you I’d talk to you anyway I please. I’m tired of this crap with you. One minute this is a sex thing, the next it’s a dating thing, and now who knows what it is. Why did you tell me we should try making this a permanent thing if you didn’t mean it? Did you say it because that’s what you thought I wanted to hear?”

“Leave me alone, Bakura.”

“Answer the question.”

“No. I didn’t come here to be interrogated.” Yugi attempted to jump off the counter but Bakura pinned his legs to the cabinets. “Stop it. Leave me alone.”

“Answer the question, Babyface. I don’t mind waiting for you, I don’t mind putting up with this situation, but I need to know if you feel like I do. Once and for all.”

“And what if I don’t, Kura?” Yugi asked, looking into chocolate eyes.

“Then I’ll cut my losses and move on.”

“You’d leave me?”

“What do you expect me to do? Hold on to something that isn’t there? This isn’t a romance novel, you said it yourself. I’m supposed to sit around, with unreturned feelings? For what? So you can have your cake and eat it too?”

“I told yowasnwasn’t any good for you. I told you that almost two months ago. What do you want from me?”

“To stop thinking about Yami and Joey and any other guy you’ve ever had feelings for, or a relationship with, or something going with. You’ve never had a boyfriend, how do you know it’d be so bad? Am I that horrible?”

“Yes. You are. I don’t like you, Bakura. Does that answer your question? I don’t want to be with you, I was lying to you so I could take advantage of your affections.”

“You going to look me in the eye and repeat that little lie, Yugi?” Yugi blushed. “Stop acting like a pussy and tell me the truth. You owe me that much at least.” Yugi refused to look at his lover. “Look at me, right now, Babyface. Stop pushing me away.” Yugi shook his head no. He was trembling now. “If what you just told me was the truth than repeat it. I’m not playing anymore games with you.”

Gods, why did he feel like this? He hadn’t felt like this since Yami. His heart was pounding in his rib cage. He couldn’t look at Bakura. He knew once he did his eyes would betray him.

Bakura lifted Yugi’s chin. “Say it. I want to hear you say it while you look me right in the eye. If you don’t like me then say it to my face.” Yugi squinted his eyes shut, shaking, almost violently. “Babyface, say it right now.”

“I don’t like you, stop it…” he was whimpering.

“Open your eyes and say it.”

Yugi opened his eyes and shuttered as he looked at Bakura. His heart did a triple beat. “You mean a lot to me, Babyface. I care for you. How do you feel about me?”

“I care for you too, Kura. But I’m scared,” Yugi whimpered.

“I never said you couldn’t be scared.” Yugi gave Bakura an uncertain look.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“We were just making progress.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Kura.” Yugi looked away.

“You really have issues. Have you considered going to see someone about this? Most people would be happy they liked someone who liked them in return. Not attempt to alienate their affections.”

“What do you want with me, Kura? Why should I invest my time on you when you left someone just like me seven or so months ago?”

“Ryou is nothing like you, nor does he have anything to do with this. Stop turning this on me. I’ve been upfront with you. I’ve never fucked around with your feelings, have I?”

“I told you I’m not good for you!”

“And I told you I don’t care. So stop using that as an excuse.”

“It won’t work.”

“Why?”

“Bee I’e I’ll hurt you. So let’s just not.”

“You can’t hurt me, Yugi. It’s impossible.”

“You just want what you can’t have. Like all the rest.”

“Don’t compare me with the rest of your boyfriends, Babyface. And stop trying to hurt my feelings because you know everything I’ve said is the truth.” Yugi blushed. “You can’t win, why try?”

“I’m not discussing this anymore.”

“Do yoow wow why I call you “Babyface”, Yugi?”

“Because you said the first night we met that I had a baby face.”

“That’s only part of the reason.”

“Then why?”

“Every time I look in your eyes, in your face, I imagine you being my baby. That’s why.” Yugi lifted an eyebrow, a little stunned. “It’s the truth. You think my infatuation just started? You think I haven’t had feelings for you for months? Fuck, Yugi, I liked you the moment I met you.”

“Kura?”

“I’m not promising you everlasting love and affection, hell this shit could end tomorrow. But I’m getting really agitated by your back and fourth nonsense. I think I’ve been more than reasonable. I’ve put it all out there for you, and if you want to walk away from it than you do that. But I’m drawing the line in the sand now. So you make your choice.”

“You make it sound so easy. Likenjoenjoy hurting you. I don’t. And when I try to spare your feelings you get mad that I’m pushing you away. It’s not just about being scared, Kura. I’m terrified.”

“So be it.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just…I don’t trust anyone…”

“We’ll add that to the list of things we’ll work on.” Bakura leaned over and kissed Yugi’s cheek.

“I didn’t say I agreed.”

“You really are a piece of work, has anyone told you that?” Yugi frowned. “You’re incredible.”

“This is why this isn’t going to happen, Kura. You keep pushing me. I’m not ready for this you you push me anyway.”

“I give up, Babyface. I’m done. This is done. You’re too old for high school games. You’re not even trying. You’re acting like a child. Don’t come running over here anymore. Don’t call me asking me to come by after class or after work. I’m finished. I’m not chasing you anymore. You’re not getting any more of my attention. Try growing up.”

“Fine.” Bakura moved and Yugi jumped off the counter and put his boots back on. “And just for the record, it’s not my fault you fell in love with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Yugi left with a scoff.

He waited until he was in the safety of his car before he let the act drop. He gave Bakura six minutes to come out and get him. And when six minutes turned to ten, which gave way to fifteen Yugi resolved that Bakura wasn’t going to be playing the knight and shinning armor role anymore.

Isn’t this what you wanted? You just kept at it until he got fed up, don’t start getting upset now. No tears, Yugi. You did thn pun purpose, did you not? You got what you wanted; you’re free to be with whomever you want. Who needs a relationship? Why does everything have to be a love thing? It doesn’t fuck all of them… fuck all of it. I don’t need to be tied down. I don’t need him. This is for the…this is for the best…

Yugi gripped the steering wheel as he broke down. Bakura wouldn’t be rescuing him anymore. He wouldn’t hear anymore “Babyface”. He was alone now…Joey was with Tristan… and he… he was completely alonBakuBakura was the best thing that happened to him since Joey…and he had pushed him away. Why? For what? What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he so determined to be unhappy?

Yugi sobbed, harder. No one cared about him anymore. He was by himself now. He curled up, his knees at his chest and he buried his head in his lap. He kept imagining Bakura coming along and knocking on his glass, grabbing him and loving him. But thasn’tsn’t going to happen, this wasn’t a romance novel. This was his real life, his real, fucked up, life.

Stop crying, this is for the best. He would have just hurt you like Yami did. Fuck all of them. Fuck Yami, fuck Yami for doing this… for messing things up for the next guy in his life. This was Yami’s fault.


“I’ll always love you, Aibou. You’re everything right in this world.”


Yugi screamed, his cries chocked as he continued. What had he done to deserve this? Why couldn’t he be happy?


“I was nothing before I had you. You’re my everything, Yami…please…I know I don’t ask you for much…but please…make me complete…marry me.”

“You are the only person I’ve ever truly been in love with. And you always will be. Yes, Seto…yes my dragon…Il mal marry you.”


Yugi sobbed so hard his breath hitched.


“Yami’s the one who hurt you. Not Joey. Yet you give Yami more credit than you do your best friend. You should have let Yami go a long time ago. And because you haven’t all your other relationships with all the other people in your life are affected by this.”


Joey? Joey? Fuck JOEY…. FUCK JOEY! Where was Joey? He wouldn’t even be in this fucking car in front of Bakura’s apartment if not for Joey.


“I’ve cried so many tears for him already…Joey…I don’t want to feel like this anymore…”

“I’m here, Yugi… you’re not alone…”

“Please…Joey…make the pain stop…please…I can’t do this anymore…”


Yugi cried, and screamed. He couldn’t stop himself. He glanced at his wrist through his tears. He wished he had a razorblade. He wished he had finished what he started last year. Why was he here? What was the point if he was just going to be tormented?


“Kaiba was the only one he was ever in love with…I was a toy…a little sex toy…I reminded him of that tonight…didn’t I, Joey…I reminded him that all I’m good for is a fuck…”

“Yugi…you’re going to be with someone who’s so in love with you, it hurts…you’re going to be happy…”

“No, Joey…I won’t…”

“You will, you’ll find someone…”

“I can’t, Joey…don’t you see that…No matter how hard I try…I’ll never get over this…I’m not meant to be happy…”


Yes, that was all he was good for. He was good for sex. What gave him the notion that he should try with Bakura? What gave him that stupid idea? Yugi dug around for his cell phone, and once he found it he scrolled through the phonebook. He had just spoken to Eddie on Sunday, who mentioned they should get together again. He pushed the send button and waited for the blond to pick up.

The conversation was brief. Yugi jotted down the directions to Eddie’s house and took off.

Two guys in one day, just like old times. If this was his fate, if this was his lot in life then he should at least be good at it. And damn, was he good at being a sex toy.


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“You can stay tonight if you want.”

“No.” Yugi pulled on his pants. “I need to go.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” Yugi didn’t bother to look at Eddie as he zipped the leather pants, securing them to his hips. “I’ll see ya.”

“It’s so late, why don’t you just stay?”

Yugi turned and looked at Eddie, a scowl on his face. “I don’t want to. Why are you having trouble getting that?”

“I was just trying to be nice.”

“Fine.” Yugi tried to control himself a little better. Eddie sat at the edge of the bed and handed Yugi his shirt. “Thanks.”

“So, how’s school, you’re still going right?”

“I don’t make conversations with guys I just fucked. Sorry.” Yugi pulled his shirt over his head and headed out of the bedroom. Eddie followed him.

“When do you want to get together again?”

“I don’t.” Yugi got to the door and put on his boots.

“But I thought you…”

“I faked it.” Eddie’s eyes widened. “Forty five minutes of my life I’ll never get back.” Yugi closed the door behind himself and headed back out to his car. Eddie hadn’t been bad. He was no Bakura, but he wasn’t bad. But he didn’t care. Why should he be the only one that felt like shit?

He was just getting back into his car when he saw a familiar looking brunet heading to his sports car. There was no way, was that? What was he doing out here at this time of night? Yugi narrowed his eyes, his hate overtaking him. He closed his car door and stormed over to him.

Yugi called his name, and walked faster. The brunet in question spun around and cocked an eyebrow. He stepped into the streetlight. “Yugi, what are you doing out here at this time of night?”

“I could ask you the same question. I doubt you know anyone who lives out here, as far as I’ve heard, you don’t have any friends.”

“Nice to see you too, Yugi.”

“Cut the crap.”

“Can I help you? What is it you want, I need to be getting home. I have work tomorrow.”

“What are you doing oure?”re?”

“I was visiting a friend.”

“You mean fucking a stranger.”

“What about you, Yugi. Your reputation precedes you. Quite the little slut, according to the rumors. Maybe one day me, you, and Yami can have a threesome.” Yugi narrowed his eyes at the CEO.

“I’m unattached. You have a fiancé.”

“Which reminds me, Yami’s been asking about you. He’s still upset you left after my proposal. He thinks you’re avoiding him.”

“Why whatever would give him that idea?”

“You know, my birthday was the 5th. I thought about you.” Yugi made a face. “You put on such a great show for Yami, I was kind of looking for a lap dance.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I was going to call you, ask you what your rates were. Then I remembered you give it away, since you like dick so much.”

“What makes you angrier, Kaiba, that I got Yami more aroused than you ever have, or that he enjoyed when I did it?”

Seto’s eyes narrowed and he took a step towards the shorter male. “If it were up to me, you’d have nothing more to do with my fiancé. For whatever unknown reason Yami still likes you. But let me be clear, if you ever pull something like that again you’ll be dealing with me.”

“Yami can’t get a lap dance without you making a huff, and you get to fuck other people, how does that work?”

“Your roommate wasn’t complaining when I fucked him. He came around begging for it.”

Yugi rolled his eyes. “Delusional too I see.”

“He didn’t tell you? I thought the puppy youryour best friend.”

“You leave Joey out of this.”

“He knows you fuck around, but I take it you don’t know he does the same thing.”

“Joey despises you, he’d never sleep with you.”

“He did.”

“You’re lying.”

“He has a mole on his right hip. He moans just like a puppy, and whimpers like a baby. He’s a natural blond, his penis is a little bigger than Yami’s, he’s easily aroused, and makes a lot of noise when he ejaculates. as aas a thin trail of hair that’s practically invisible from his belly button to his ne par parts. I could go on about what he said when I took him, but why bother. Haven’t you wondered why Joey has such a problem with me? Why he’s so hostile towards me although I’ve done nothing to him? He wants me to take him again but I’ve turned him down.”

“Shut the fuck up. He wouldn’t sleep with you.” Yugi shook his head. It was impossible. Not Joey. He’d never.

“He’s so tight, Yugi…unnaturally tight. Such a smooth ride too…he’s pretty damn good in bed. I can see why Tristan enjoys him.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d consider it. I just keep thinking about how tight the puppy was, and I can only imagine what you’re like. Of course I don’t want to contract a venereal disease so I’ll have to pass.”

“Joey never slept with you. I won’t believe you.”

“He told me about your grandpa, how you were going to go ask him for money, how you owe him a ton of money that you’ll never be able to pay him back. He told me intimate details about your relationship and how he was sick of you. But can you blame him, Yugi? Who wants a slut as a boyfriend?”

Yugi trembled. How had Kaiba known about his grandfather? He hadn’t even told Yami about that. Or Bakura. Seto smirked.

“I’m going home. I’ll tell Yami you said hi. Why don’t you go find a dick to sit on?” Yugi watched Seto disappear out of the streetlight and into his car.


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Bakura grumbled and opened the door. “Babyface? What is it, what happened?”

“I can’t go back to my apartment.” Bakura opened the door wider and Yugi walked inside.

“What’s wrong, Babyface?” Bakura searched Yugi’s face in a panic. Had something happened to his babyface? He should have chased after him. “Tell me.”

“Joey slept with Kaiba.”

“He what?”

“He slept with Seto Kaiba. He slept with him!”

“Calm down. Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Yugi sniffled. Bakura picked him up and closed and locked the door. He carried Yugi to his bedroom and sat him on the bed. “Why would he do this, Kura?”

“I thought Joey hated Kaiba.”

“Kaiba told me about it. He told me about a mole, and I…Joey lied to me, Kura, he lied.”

“I’m sure there’s an explanation. Blondie’s not that stupid.” Bakura got up and found a t-shirt for Yugi to wear. “Just put this on and go to sleep. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

“Kura?” Yugi asked, Bakura helped him lift his shirt over his head. “Kura…I didn’t mean…”

“Babyface, it’s okay, we were both mad and frustrated. I don’t want to be done with you. I paced back and forth in my room wondering if I should have walked outside and stopped you from leaving.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Bakura lovingly draped the shirt over Yugi’s head, it was obviously too big for him, but he looked cute just the same. Yugi wiggled out of his pants and Bakura sat down, Yugi crawling into his lap. “Let’s just start over okay?”

“That’s all I want, Kura.” Yugi hugged him, sated. He was safe now. Safe from the world, in Bakura’s arms. Bakura lay down and Yugi snuggled up into him.

“Just sleep now, Babyface. I’m right here.” Yugi sighed, and nuzzled Bakura’s neck. “I’m right here. Sleep.” I won’t leave you, Babyface. I love you.



Author’s Endnotes: I’m such a bitch, aren’t I? So, the cat’s out of the bag. Joey slept with Kaiba, of course you already knew that. But Yugi di. C. Can you imagine how he’ll feel about Joey now? Will he confront the blond? Not that he’s so innocent. Two guys in the same day? If he slept with Bakura that would have been three. Don’t worry, Yugi finds the urge to sleep with a lot more people before this story’s done. The good news is Joey meets the parents next chapter…the bad news… this situation between Yugi and Bakura remains a problem. He may love Yugi, but Yugi needs to pull it together. And how about that there Seto… I warned you he wasn’t a good person. I’m thinking he’s worse than Yami and Duke…well, I don’t know…still unsure. Anyway…I leave you with this:


Yugi thought about it for a minute. He was supposed to be meeting Bakura at nine. “What time is it now?”

“Seven-thirty. Come on, don’t you remember how much fun we had the last time?” Yugi thought about it. He couldn’t remember if this was the Mike with the crooked dick or not. If it wasn’t then he did have a good time. If he was then he didn’t. “Come on, Yugi, I know you want to come over. Get it, come?”

Which ever Mike this was, he was an idiot.

“Fine, give me your address.”