Beauty

First Things First: Can’t kick off this little rant without thanking everyone as always for reading, and reviewing of course. This story’s my baby…does it show? I know, I took entirely too long to update… but real life’s been more important right now. Let’s see, for one, this chapter’s flashback after flashback, after flashback. So much more drama has to happen to these guys that I had to move the time line up a bit more. It’s now Friday, December 13th, which, if you were for some odd reason keeping track of the dates I was throwing out here and there, means it’s been about 23 days since the end he lhe last chapter. Alas… I think everyone had the same reaction to Yugi’s little snippet in the preview. No sex? Yugi’s like the last person you’d ever think of hearing that from. Poor little guy… well, let’s see just what’s going on in his head… and yes…it’s high time Tristan’s loveliness is rewarded with some good old fashioned screwing. Tehehe…


Disclaimer: Me own nothing


Song notes: Mostly Mozart, if you’re interested. This chapter felt like it was in two different places, so I included two lyrics, however I think you’ll be able to guess which lyrics apply to what.


This chapter’s dedicated to Tanya Maxwell and Diablo for being the best thing about my little excursion to Canada. You guys are so lovely and sweet, and really made the trip worthwhile after all. Thanks so much guys, both of you are just as fantastic in person as you are online. Love and hugs… ^^ and by the way, I’m posting that picture of you two on a BDSM website… LOL, only kidding. Or am I? ^^


Chapter 17: Transgressions


Sit here on this sofa boy
Put your drink on this coaster boy
And just sit back and relax your mind
Cause you're about to have a good time
Cause you’ve been working hard all day
And now it’s time to get away
Turn your phone until its off
I’ll be the only one you need to call

I can’t wait to give you all this lovin
Cause baby you deserve it
You need pampering, kissin and huggin
Boy tonight I’ll be your....

Love angel, a touch of heaven from me
Love angel, my love is all you need
Be your love angel, you can depend on me
Love angel, I’m gonna be your love angel

~Love Angel
JS


Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would mak oka okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless then maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
Pf your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

~Angel
Sarah McLaughlin


Yugi walked into his bedroom with a large mixing bowl full of ice cream. “I’m back, Kura.” Bakura looked up.

“That’s a hell of a lot of ice cream, Babyface.”

“I know.” Yugi smiled. He plopped the bowl on the bed, and handed Bakura a spoon. “Dig in, Kura.”

“Why do Joey and you have this much ice cream in the first place?” Bakura asked as he took a spoonful.

“Ice cream always makes me feel better. Joey wasn’t sure what flavor I would want so he brought a bunch.”

“I see.” Yugi smirked and gave Bakura a mischievous look. “What?”
ou aou already have ice cream on your lips.” Bakura did a big sloppy lick, which only got a laugh from Yugi. “It’s still there, Kura.”

“Well, help me get it off then, Babyface.” Yugi put his spoon in the bowl and leaned over and licked Bakura’s lips with his ice cream coated tongue. Bakura was a little surprised. Yugi hadn’t made any moves since the rape, even though it had been over a month and a half ago.

Not that a month and a half was a long time, Yugi still had a lot of healing to do. But he was not nearly as jumpy as he first was. And now that Malik was gone he was back at work and taking more imitative to do things for himself. The only thing that remained the same was the intimacy level between them. They barely kissed. Bakura would generally ask for permission first and Yugi would usually shake his head nervously.

The kisses usually didn’t last longer than a few seconds. Yugi often time broke the kiss off when it became more passionate. Bakura and Yugi never spoke about it. Bakura didn’t want to make Yugi feel bad. He knew eventually Yugi would be all right again. It was only a matter of time. After all, Yugi had been seeing the rape counselor. And Yugi had started group therapy, encouraged when Bakura reintroduced him to his friend who had also been a victim of rape.


“Yugi, you remember my friend Mai, don’t you?” Yugi nodded.

“Hi, Yugi.”

“Hi, Mai.” Yugi turned to look at Bakura. “Are we meeting your friend here, Bakura?” Yugi wondered, not liking the idea of being at the Pyramid all that much.

“You’re looking at her, Babyface.” Yugi turned to look at Mai who nodded, firmly.

“You were…”

“Yes, I was. Back when Bakura and I were in high school.” Yugi’s eyes widened. Yugi had no idea Bakura and Mai went that far back, nor did he know that Mai had ever been sexually assaulted. “Bakura helped me get over my fear of men. Everywhere I turned I was afraid some guy was going to jump out and attack me.”

“How could you work in this kind of place? I mean…”

“Well, it helps that it’s a gay bar. And anytime I get hit on by a lesbian at least I’m not intimidated. I usuausually handle myself. There are days I wake up from a nightmare, or feel unsafe in a situation. If I can’t calm myself down by doing breathing exercises or yoga then I remove myself from my surroundings.”

“You still have panic attacks, after all this time?”

“They’re few and far between. But rape isn’t something that ever really goes away. You wake up remembering what happened everyday for the rest of your life. I just decide when I wake up in the morning that I won’t be a victim of it any longer and go about my day.”

“What about relationships and sex?” Yugi suddenly realized what he was asking and blushed. He didn’t know Mai all that well, and he was asking her very personal questions. “I’m…I…I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it’s okay, Yugi. Bakura wanted you to talk to me. I can talk about it.” Mai smiled. “I was able to have sex within a few weeks, but that was only because I removed myself from the act. I didn’t want to have sex with someone I was in love with. I didn’t want to become attached to anyone. I was raped by my boyfriend, so s afs afraid of getting close to anyone again.”

“And now?”

“It’s hard to get into relationships. But the rape counseling helped a lot. Especially group therapy.” Yugi widened his eyes. “I needed it. I was using my friends as a crutch. And I wanted to be able to handle things on my own. I found after a while I wanted to share my story with others. And now I’m running my own group.”

“You run a group?” Mai nodded. Yugi was in shock. “Yeah, it helps me continue the healing process. There’s never a point where you can be a hundred percent okay with it, but it’s one of those one day at a time things. And now I can say with confidence that I’m not a victim of it any longer.”

“Did you see a counselor right away?”

“Waited a little bit. Wound up becoming anorexic first.” Yugi looked down. “It’s hard to get help sometimes, because you feel more like a victim. I did for a long time. I felt like shit, like I was incapable of just getting over it on my own. But it’s not like that. You can’t do it alone. In the end it helps so much, Yugi. The people in the group I run are like family. We’ve been meeting for years, helping each other heal.”

“Sometimes I feel really good…then other days I feel horrible.”

“I found that after some time you have less and less days you feel horrible, Yugi.” Mai smiled again. “Actually, we’re always looking for new group members. We just had someone join a month ago who was recently assaulted. After a few meetings he was already starting to feel better about himself. Let me know if you want to join the group. There are only three groups in the greater Domino area. But ours is the only one that has a significant number of gay males in it.”

“Can I think about it, Mai?”

“Yeah. Look, Bakura didn’t bring you here so I could pitch this to you. He told me what happened to you so I could help. If you ever want to talk about anything one on one or if you have any questions, I would be more than happy to listen. Bakura has my number that he can give you and you feel free to call.” Mai gave Yugi another smile.

“Thanks.”

“Bakura’s pretty damn lucky to have you, Yugi.” Mai gave Bakura a grin. “It was about time he found someone special. I was afraid he was going to be a bachelor for the resthis his life. He’s really not boyfriend material, but you clearly whipped him into shape.” Yugi smiled at Bakura’s eye roll.

“I’m the lucky one.” Yugi squeezed Bakura’s hand.


Yugi joined Mai’s group a week later, and had been going ever since. Bakura had hoped it would help Yugi’s fear of him. He knew it wasn’t personal. But it did hurt him when he had to walk on eggshells around Yugi, afraid he’d startle him or upset him. But now….

Yugi had crawled into Bakura’s lap, and was feeding him more ice cream. Every time some missed its mark Yugi took to cleaning it off with little kisses. Yugi was giggling, the sound was the sweetest noise Bakura had ever heard. “You’re making me messy, Babyface.”

Yugi giggled again. “That’s the idea.” Bakura’s heart jumped. He swallowed and put his hands around Yugi’s waist, Yugi didn’t seem to mind, as he leaned forward and kissed Bakura again.

Bakura slid his eyes shut, resisting the urge to take over the kiss. Yugi pushed his tongue into Bakura’s mouth, instantly deepening the embrace. Bakura held Yugi a bit tighter, Yugi wrapping his arms around his neck. This is what he had been waiting for…what he had held out for. It was finally happening. They were taking it slow, no pressure. It had been so long, it felt so good to feel those lips on his again, Bakura let out a moan and leaned back towards Yugi for more contact.

At that instant, Yugi pushed Bakura away, struggled out of his grip and landed on the ground in a panic.

“Babyface?” Bakura leaned over, Yugi scrambled back, tears already falling from his eyes. “Babyface, it’s just me…it’s alright.”

“No. It’s not.” Yugi got up and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door closed. Bakura got up and left the room and knocked on the door.

“Babyface, what happened. Come out, you’re worrying me.” Yugi didn’t answer but Bakura could hear sobbing coming from the other side. He had obviously triggered a defense mechanism, though he wasn’t sure what he had done. “Please, Yugi, come out…it’s okay…let’s talk about this. It’s not your fault, I’m the one that messed up.”

Still no response. Bakura jiggled the handle, the door was locked. Big surprise there, Bakura. He sighed and slid down the bathroom door and sat in front of it.

He would give Yugi 30 minutes. After that he was going in the bathroom. Joey had told him where they kept all the keys to the doors having a feeling Yugi would lock himself in a room eventually. He had done it to Joey often enough. Joey and Bakura had come to an understanding after the afternoon Bakura and him fought in the buffet.

Bakura had a feeling a lot of it had to do with Yugi and Joey’s conversation in the bedroom while Tristan and him were in the kitchen.


Yugi closed the door behind them, and then locked it out of habit. He knew neither Bakura nor Tristan would come to disturb them. After all, Bakura had just taken a swing at Joey, he was confident the brunet had much to speak with him about. Tristan hadn’t had much chance to show it, but Yugi was pretty sure he was protective about Joey. He just seemed like that type. None of that had any bearing on what he and Joey were slated to talk about now, of course.

“Yug, look, I’m truly sorry I scared you in the restaurant. I know that I should not have acted that way with Bakura, but the second I saw how terrified you were I lost control. It’s not an excuse, I just wanted you to understand what was going on in my head.”

“Joey, listen. Please. I know you’re only trying to protect me, but acting like that with Bakura isn’t helping me.”

“I know, Yug.”

“Joey, I miss Bakura. If I had my way Bakura and I would be together again, I’d get another shot at it. I know that won’t happen now, I know Bakura would never want me like this.”

“If Bakura doesn’t want you as you are he’s not worth the trouble, Yugi. For the life of me, I don’t see what this hold Bakura has on you is.” Yugi looked at Joey then at his feet. “Please don’t tell me you’re infatuated with him.”

Yugi didn’t bother glancing back up. “And what if I am?”

Joey’s eyes narrowed quickly. “For Christ sake’s…” he caught himself, thinking of Tristan’s reprimand. And at all the trouble he causcaused Tristan at the buffet. “Yugi, you’ve been through so much recently, you’re confused.”

At that Yugi looked up, his eyes turning a deep purple. “I am not confused, Joey. I am not some child with a schoolboy crush. I know how I feel. I know what love is, Joey. Or have you forgotten that I love you too?”

“And what about him, is this feeling mutual? Does he love you, Yug?”

“It doesn’t matter how he feels, things between us are over now. I’m tainted, Joey. I couldn’t ask Bakura to be with me after everything that happened. I was supposed to be committing to him, and instead I went to see Malik that afternoon. The last time we fought was because I had slept with Brian.”

“You were supposed to be…going steady with him?” Joey hated asking using such high school terminology. But he was so stunned he couldn’t think of any other way to put it. “You guys were supposed to be exclusive?”

“Bakura’s wanted me to commit for months. I kept stringing him along. That week before it happened I had slept with three other guys, Joey. I told him and he was angry. But more than just angry he was hurt. I thought maybe it was a territorialng, ng, that he didn’t want me to be with anyone else because I was “his”. But it’s more than that. He hasn’t been with anyone else since we’ve met, Joey.”

Joey looked at Yugi for a moment, not sure how to respond. “He’s wrong for you, Yugi. Don’t you see that?”

“This isn’t about Bakura, this is about you being afraid I’m going to get hurt again and run for the razors.”

Joey made a face. “Don’t say it like that.”

“It’s true, though. You think I’ll try to commit suicide again. You’ve always worried about that. Not that I blame you. I’ve felt like killing myself ever since it happened, Joey. I thought about just making the pain go away once and for all. But then things like today happen and I realize you’d die for me. I could never hurt you and kill myself. You love me so much. I know you do, you always have. And at the end of the day if I never find love with Bakura or whoever else, you’ll be there for me.”

“I just…I feel like I’m letting your grandfather down. Like I’m letting you down. I don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

“Look, it’s going to take time for me. I know I won’t magically be alright again because I will it so.” Yugi sighed and sat on the bed. “Bakura a can can’t be together, Joey…I have come to accept that. After he takes his things there will be nothing to hold on to anymore.”

Joey studied Yugi’s body language, easily reading it. “You love him a whole lot, don’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter if you are willing to accept him, Joey…it’s done now. It’s over.” Joey sat next to him.

“I didn’t say I accepted him, I was just asking.”

“I do love him.” Yugi met honey eyes. “I’ve never told him, and I never will…I can’t…I’m not worth anything to anyone anymore. Besides, how could he forgive me after the way I treated him. Every time something bad happened to me, he was there. He always came to save the day, like some night in shinning armor. Whenever I got mad about you and Tristan there he was, comforting me. I was the one that thought of it as strictly a sex thing. It was Bakura he pursued more, who worked his way into my life, who cared for me. He told me he’d wait until I could trust him and commit, and I threw it in his face.”

“I don’t get it then, if you loved him, and he carried so much about you why didn’t you just settle with him?”

“Fear, idiocy, all of the above…I was scared of being hurt again…even though I didn’t think Bakura would hurt me. It was like Bakura saw right through the act…he could see me the way only you can. I’d go over there wearing some tight outfit…playing the seductive role and it wouldn’t mean anything to him. The last night we were together…he made love to me…I…I was practically in tears, Joey…no one has ever made me feel like that…I just…he made me feel whole…he made the hole in my heart go away. But when I admitted why you and I fought… that I had slept with Brian…who apparently Bakura knows, he was angry. He was mad I would do that to you and Tristan to be spiteful, and he said he was tired of my games.”

“Yugi…listen…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Joey…it’s done, like I said. He’s going to take his stuff and leave. I only wanted to talk to you because I wanted you to understand that I don’t want you to go crazy trying to watch out for me. I appreciate everything you’re doing, and I love you for it. But this isn’t about Bakura, you just need someone to lash out aga. Y. You wouldn’t have attacked Bakura like that if all this hadn’t happened. I know you want to seek vengeance for me… but I need to heal. I need to be okay again… and I can’t when you’re acting like a crazy vigilante, Joey.”

“I’m sorry, Yug.” Yugi gave him a hug and a tight smile. “I guess my dislike for Bakura and my frustration about not doing anything about Malik got the better of me. You’re right, this isn’t really all about Bakura, I guess I just can’t help playing the big brother role, trying to chase all the bad guys away.”

“Bakura’s not a bad guy. I’m surprised he put up with me as long as he did.” Joey made a face, but said nothing. “Come on, Tristan and Bakuave ave to have wondered what’s happened to us.”


Bakura had been surprised when he and Yugi had patched things up that Joey had been so willing to bury the past. Tristan explained that Joey and him had had many conversations about putting on a happy face for Yugi. Bakura wasn’t sure how much of Joey’s sudden willingness to be friendly was an act for Yugi’s sake. But now Joey and him were good. They weren’t as close as Yugi and Tristan had become, but they could be nice to each other, even though Joey still eyed Bakura with a small level of suspicion, almost seeming ready to pounce if Bakura messed up.

All he needed was Joey to come home now to find Yugi in the bathroom sobbing.

Bakura had made things right with Joey, even apologizing for taking a swing at him, and trying to call him by his first name instead of the patronizing nickname “Blondie” when Tristan was around. Bakura liked Tristan a lot, more and more the more he saw him. And he supposed it was important to be polite and friendly with Joey. Though he wasn’t sure if he would venture calling Joey a “good friend” just yet.

He had given Joey the book he had read after Mai had been raped, and was glad Joey had read it, seeing Joey use some of the techniques it outlined. In return Joey had gone to trusting him with Yugi’s safety quite often. He would come home from work or class and discover Bakura and Yugi on the couch and smile, even admitting out loud that he was glad Bakura was over keeping Yugi company and watching out for him.

One day Joey even told him that Yugi had mentioned the subway incident. And to Bakura’s small delight Joey had actually thanked him for being so protective and worried about Yugi. Joey said he was glad they were on the same side, and mentioned that he was happy Bakura was able to bring happiness to Yugi’s life. And that hadn’t been said in front of Yugi, so Bakura knew Joey was being sincere.

Tristan’s little plots didn’t go unnoticed by either his boyfriend or Bakura. Over the last several weeks Tristan had made up all kinds of excuses why Yugi and him had to go some place alone, leaving Joey and Bakura by themselves. It had worked mostly, the more he spoke to Joey the more he understood him. And it seemed the same could be said about Joey. They respected each other and if things continued the way they were it wouldn’t be long before they were friends. As long as Joey didn’t come home and find Yugi in the bathroom in tears.

“Babyface, I’m coming in. Alright?” No response. Bakura retrieved the key and unlocked the door. Yugi was on the floor, head buried in his hands. “Babyface, you know how I hate seeing you cry. Please. You’re breaking my heart.”

Yugi sniffled and looked up, eyes puffy. He stood up slowly and walked over to Bakura, offering him a hand. Bakura took it and led him from the bathroom. Since he wasn’t sure what he had done to trigger Yugi’s fear and discomfort in the bedroom they went out to the easy chair. Bakura sat down and Yugi hesitantly sat in Bakura’s lap, pressing his head against Bakura’s chest.

They sat like that, silently, for an eternity. Yugi was the first to speak. “Kura…we should talk.” Yugi didn’t look at him as he spoke.

“I agree.” Bakura shifted a little. “We need to talk. We can’t ignore this anymore.”

“I’m sorry I reacted like that. When you moaned it scared me, it reminded me of him telling me to moan for him.”

“I’m sorry too, Babyface. I’ll be more mindful of that from now on.” Bakura made a mental note, running over the list of things that scared Yugi every time they attempted to get intimate. This hadn’t been the first time Yugi had run off scared. In the beginning Yugi had been so upset he had made Bakura leave. And those instances hadn’t been nearly as intense as tonight’s incident.

“Things aren’t going to good with us, Bakura. I know how frustrating I am.”

“These things take time, Babyface.” Bakura wondered silently why Yugi was calling him by his full name and not “Kura”. “We just have to take things slower, that’s all. I don’t want you to feel obligated to please me. I have no problem slowing this down more.” Yugi didn’t say anything. “I should have been more careful. I know I upset you when I got more aggressive.”

“It’s not about that, Bakura. There’s something you need to know.”

“What, Babyface?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you, but…There’s just no way we could ever…what I’m trying to tell you is, I don’t think I ever want to have sex again.”

“You only feel that way because of what happened. You just have to give it some time. It’s not the type of thing you can rush.”

“Kura, I know how I feel. I can’t…I can’t be with you that way again.”

There was silence between them, until finally Bakura asked, “Do yot wat want to have sex anymore, or do you not want to try to have sex anymore. Because there’s a difference, Yugi.”

Yugi moved so he could look at Bakura directly. “It has the same result, Bakura.”

“What does this mean, Yugi?” Bakura asked, feeling hurt and anger bubbling in his stomach.

“I don’t know what it means.” Yugi looked off to the side.

“You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t know what you meant by it, Yugi.” Yugi slid off Bakura’s lap and sat on the couc“Yug“Yugi, would you answer me please?”

“I put off saying anything about it to you because I didn’t want you to yell at me about it.” Bakura swallowed. “I didn’t want to lose you. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been a great friend, Bakura.”

“And is that all we’re going to be? Good friends?”

Yugi still refused to look at him. “We can’t have much of a relationship without sex. You’re a young man with needs. I love you too much to make you stay with me. I’m giving you an out, Bakura. You don’t have to feel any guilt for abandoning me.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not abandoning you.”

“I didn’t mean I thouyou you were just going to cut out, I just meant that we could remain good friends, but there wouldn’t be anything physical between us anymore. You can date other guys, have sex with other men without obligations to me.”

“You’re not an “obligation”, Yugi. I don’t want to have sex with other men. I want to have sex with you.” Yugi looked at Bakura, tears still in his eyes.

“We’re not having sex anymore, Bakura. What you want isn’t going to happen again.”

Bakura swallowed harder. He didn’t understand why he was so angry, but he was only getting angrier. After all they had gone through he was being forced into the friend zone?

“You never answered my questiYugiYugi. Do you not want to have sex ever again, or are you afraid that you won’t be able to have sex again. Because those twe two different things.”

“What do you want from me, Bakura? I’m trying to be fair to you.”

“You’re pushing me away again, that’s what you’re doing.”

“No one wants a boyfriend they can’t fool around with.”

“Don’t tell me what I want, Yugi.”

“Stop it! I don’t want to talk about it with you anymore. You’re only getting angry at me. I knew you would. I knew you couldn’t understand.”

“You brought it up in the first place. I’m only asking you a question. Don’t you think I deserve some kind of clarification? Am I not worth a shot?”

“Forget it, Bakura.” Yugi gave Bakura a look. “Let’s just drop it. Pretend I never said anything.” Bakura narrowed his eyes. “You want to have sex with me, I’ll sleep with you. I won’t lose you over this. If you don’t want to be just friends than we can be lovers again.” Yugi got up, tears falling from his eyes. He started unbuttoning his pants.

“What the hell are you doing, Yugi? Stop it. We’re not done talking about this.”

“Yes we are. I thought you loved me. I thought you wouldn’t be angry at me. But you are. You mean too much to me, Bakura, I can’t lose you. Joey and Tristan’s relationship is back on track, they don’t have as much time for me.” Yugi stepped out of the sweat pants and tossed them on the couch.

“Put your pants back on, Yugi, and stop being ridiculous. I was just trying to ask you a question. I have no intentions ofvingving you. If you want to be friends fine, but I don’t think it’s necessary. I think we can work out something.”

“What you’re telling me is that you won’t be with me unless we’re intimate again.”

“I never said that, Yugi.”

“You’re angry with me for not sleeping with you.”

“No, I’m not.” Bakura shook his head. “I’m angry that you don’t want to talk about this. You think there are only two solutions to this. Either we’re in a relationship having sex or we’re just friends. There are shades of gray, this doesn’t have to be black and white. You’re getting defensive for no reason. You hurt me when you treat me like some sex-crazed asshole who can’t handle waiting for you to get comfortable around me again.”

“I told you I can’t! That’s the part you don’t seem to understand.” Yugi walked over to the easy chair and dropped to his knees. “You say all this now, that you’ll be alright with it, but you won’t. You’ll either cheat on me or make me sleep with you. Or you’ll break up with me, Bakura. I’m not an idiot. I know how these things work.” Yugi grabbed Bakura’s pants and unzipped them.

“I told you to stop!” Bakura grabbed Yugi’s hands. “Wthe the fuck is your problem, Yugi? Have you gone out of your mind? For gods sake! Stop it!”

“I can’t lose you…” Yugi started sobbing. “I can’t lose you…I need you…I love you…”

“Oh, Babyface. Please, don’t cry.” Bakura let Yugi’s wrists go. He leaned over and grabbed Yugi and put him in his lap. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m sorry. Babyface, please…I just… I lost my temper for a moment. Shhh, don’t cry. Let’s just talk about this.”

“I want to…I want to make you happy…I want you to be happy with me…I’ll sleep with you, Bakura. If you ask me to I will.”

“I would never ask you to do that. Don’t be silly.”

“You can’t stay with me…you won’t…you’ll leave me…”

“I have no intentions of going anywhere, Babyface. Bewithwith you and loving you will make me happy.”

“No it won’t…”

“Yugi, I don’t think you’ll never be able to have sex again, but if that’s the case, if it’s too painful than we’ll deal with that together. It’s not like I wouldn’t be able to pleasure myself in other ways, Babyface. People rely on sex too much in relationships anyway. There are plenty of couples, gay couples, that don’t have sexual intercourse. Don’t think for one instant I’d ever force you to have sex or leave you if you didn’t. I’m sorry I scared you tonight. If the extent of the physical side between us is just soft kisses then I can adjust. I love you too damn much, I’m too involved now. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I saw it…in your eyes, you were angry with me.”

“I was frustrated at the situation. I only got angry because I was taking it personally. But I know it’s not me. Babyface, I will never ever make you do anything sexual for me. Ever.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise. All I want is to make you happy and keep you safe. Being your boyfriend is just a title.” Yugi gave him a look. “But I think you deserve a title. I want everyone to know you’re my boyfriend, Babyface.”

“You want to be my boyfriend?” Bakura nodded, and smiled. Yugi grinned.

“I love you, Kura…I’m sorry I was being…stupid…”

“You were only trying to protect yourself. It means a lot to me that you want me to stay with you so much, but don’t push yourself to please me. I don’t want what just happened to happen again, okay?” Yugi nodded. “I love you, Babyface.”

Yugi kissed Bakura’s lips softly and then snuggled up to him, feeling contented. Unaware that Bakura’s mind was racing and he was full of unrest.


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Tristan smiled as he sat next to Bakura at the bar. It had been a while since they had a chance to speak, and it felt good to finally catch up with everything that had been happening recently. It was Saturday and Joey and Yugi were at Yugi’s grandfather’s, which gave Tristan and Bakura an excuse to see each other. It was unclear how much Joey and Yugi knew about Ba and and Tristan’s budding friendship, but neither of them ever asked.

Bakura and Tristan knew so many of the same people, it was a wonder they hadn’t become friends sooner. Tristan liked that like himself, Bakura didn’t have that many close friends, his closest friend probably being Yugi. But over the past three weeks Bakura and Tristan grew closer, both finding comfort in confiding in each other.

“Took long enough, I thought maybe you were going to stand me up,” Bakura mentioned, giving Tristan a smirk.

“Have I ever stood you up on one of our dates, Bakura?” Tristan responded. Bakura rolled his eyes, and took a sip of his beer.

“What can I get you, Tristan?” Mai asked, walking over to the brunet.

“Mudslide.” Bakura scoffed. “Problem?”

“You’re such a girl, Tristan. I can’t take you anywhere,” Bakura teased. “At least Yugi will drink beer.”

“I was in the mood for something sweet, Bakura.”

“You’re a two beer queer, that’s what it boils down too. You can’t hold your alcohol.”

“Yes I can.” Tristan gave Bakura a half stern look. Mai returned with his drink. “Thanks, Mai, so how are you?” Tristan asked, leaning over to give her a kiss.

“Alright, Handsome. Let me know if either of you want something else.” Tristan nodded.

“I’m surprised you wanted to meet here, don’t you get sick of being here when you’re not at work?” Tristan asked, adjusting on his stool.

“Not really. There aren’t that many other bars around that I really like. The Pyramid is still the best.” Bakura took a sip of his corona. “We have a lot of catching up to do, Tristan.” Tristan nodded. Tristan and Bakura hadn’t actually seen each other since last Saturday night when they had gone to take care of Malik.

“Where are your bouncer friends?” Tristan asked as he got into the passenger seat.

“They’re at the warehouse, they’re waiting for us.”

“You do realize, Bakura, that if anything goes wrong tonight we’re looking at being charged with multiple crimes.” Bakura gave Tristan a solid look. “I mean it, Bakura, I know you already have all types of schemes you’re cooking up, and I want to remind you what the plan is.”

“We’ve gone over it fifty times. I know the plan. It’s fine.”

“You’re tense.”

“You a massage therapist now?”

“If you want to know who it is, I suggest you pay better attention, or have you forgotten that I have yet to reveal the name of the person we’re seeking revenge on.”

“Enough with this secrecy bullshit, tell me who it is.” Tristan gave Bakura a look. “Fine…we’ll go over it for the fifty-first time.”

“I have no guarantee that you won’t disobey my warnings and kill him, but let me remind you that if you cause any serious, permanent damage, I will tell Yugi. And you can explain why you didn’t listen to his request.” Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Do what you want witm tom to make sure he leaves Domino, but he needs to be alive when he leaves.”

“And what if he shows back up.” Tristan gave Bakura a simple look.

“If you do your job correctly he won’t. He’s a coward at heart, that’s the most important thing to remember. If he comes back then you can take appropriate measures.”

“Are you saying I can kill him?” Bakura wondered, quirking his eyebrows at the brunet sitting next to him in the SUV.

“I’m saying to take the appropriate action against him.”

“I thought Yugi wanted him alive. I thought you said he made you swear you wouldn’t let me kill him.”

“I did. wil will be warned, if he chooses to come back despite that warning that is his death wish. I won’t be involved, and as far as I’m concerned it will be plausible deniability, since I won’t have any direct knowledge that something happened to him.”

“And you won’t tell Yugi?”

“There wouldn’t be anything to tell him.” Bakura gave Tristan another firm look. They met eyes and that was settled, both men knowing neither of them would speak about their understanding again. Tristan just didn’t cease to surprise him. He was a mysterious guy, and Bakura often wondered what had gone on with him in the past. Tristan was really the only reason why Yugi’s rapist was being speared death, if Bakura had his way he would have taken care of him alone and that would be that.

It was only Tristan’s very real threat of telling Yugi about it that kept him in check. Actually, when Bakura first decided it was his responsibility to deal with the guy he had told both Joey and Tristan that their presence would not be required, so he could deal with the guy properly. It was only at tan’tan’s insistence that Tristan was coming, refusing to let Bakura know who the guy was and forbidding Yugi or Joey from telling him unless being allowed to come. Tristan had planned everything out perfectly, so calmly and deliberately that it seemed like he had done something like this before.

Then he threw everyone for a loop when he told Yugi and Joey that Bakura and him would take care of this alone. Joey had wanted to come of course, but Tristan had refused to let his boyfriend join in. When Bakura inquired why the blond couldn’t join them Tristan stated flatly that he didn’t want his boyfriend exposed to such things and wasn’t sure he could prevent both Bakura and Joey from influencing one another into killing Yugi’s attacker despite Yugi’s wishes. He also admitted that he probably would have looked the other way and allowed Bakura and/or Joey to take care of the guy the way they wanted to, if not for Yugi confiding in him.

Apparently a few nights before Bakura and Yugi were reunited Yugi had poured out everything to the brunet, telling him details about what had happened, and telling Tristan that he loved him. That had steeled Tristan against betraying Yugi’s trust, and decidin was was going to carry out his promise and make sure Bakura did not kill anyone.

And of course it was Tristan who had orchestrated Yugi and his reunion in the first place. A fact that held a lot of leverage, and had forced Bakura to play by Tristan’s rules. But now Tristan told him he was going to look the other way if this plan didn’t work and more drastic measures needed to be implemented. t wat was lucky they had waited two weeks, though Bakura was still out for blood he had calmed down considerably, and would be able to keep his promise to his babyface and Tristan and allow this guy to live. Of course he had a lot of anger to take out on him…and he had every intention on going as far as he could. He had wanted to castrate the fucker, but since that violated Tristan’s rules he would have to settle for other forms of punishment. He secretly hoped the idiot did decide to come back to Domino, at which point he would make him a eunuch before murdering him.

He didn’t understand why Yugi didn’t want this guy to be taken care of, but he hadn’t questioned it. He had to admit it showed a lot of character. Despite what had happened to Yugi he had insisted on it.

Bakura started the car with calculated ease. “So, where are we going? Who’s the guy?”

“There’s just one thing I want you to promise me, then I will tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to convince your ex-boyfriend to admit himself into a psychiatric facility.” Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Ryou needs treatment, and after this is over he’s going to be vulnerable.”

“Let’s get a few things straight, Tristan. Number one, I am the first to admit that he’s got a few screws loose, but turning himself in to a loony bin is a bit drastic, even for Ryou. And secondly, I have no contact with him and I won’t start now.”

“Bakuram sem serious, I’m not asking you.” Bakura scoffed. “You loved him at one point, Bakura. Do this for him.”

“Listen, Tristan, I honestly don’t see what’s wrong with him besides being a clingy stalker.”

“He needs help. From what I can see, he has dependent personality disorder for starters. And I’m sure there are more serious issues on top of that.”

“Why the hell are we talking about Ryou? I dumped that psycho so I wouldn’t have to deal with him.”

“Bakura, I’m asking you as a friend tothe the right thing.”

“Right thing? Explain to me how Ryou has anything to do with this.”

“From what I’ve been able to piece together from personal knowledge and other sources is that after you broke it off with him Malik came along and took advantage of the situation for his own sadistic purposes. Malik made Ryou completely dependent on him, poisoning him against you. You know that Brian’s friend used to live with the two of them, I called him the other day to see what else he could tell me about the situation. It’s not pretty.”

“What are you talking about, Tristan?”

“Slowly, Ryou…who you yourself said was nervous and uncomfortable about sex was going back to the apartment with random strangers with Malik. My guess is Ryou was so worried about losing Malik that he would have done just about anything Malik told him to. There were other horrible things he did to Ryou that I won’t get into right now. I suppose Ryou was still attached to you, because Malik soon told Ryou that the reason you left him was Yugi. Eventually Malik told Ryou that he would seek revenge against Yugi for him as some twisted sign of his affection.”

Bakura turned off the car and turned so he was looking into Tristan’s eyes. “Don’t even tell me…”

“Bakura…you promised…”

“Fuck the promise. He’s going to die, that blond piece of shit is going to die. I’m going to hang him from the balls and burn him alive.” Bakura turned the car bon aon and threw it into reverse, already taking off for the apartment, blind fury overwhelming him.

“I’ll call Yugi…I’ll tell him what you did.” Tristan pulled out his cell phone.


Remarkably Tristan had been able to calm Bakura down and they carried out there task as planned.

And to Tristan’s relief he had even convinced Bakura to tell Ryou he should check himself in some place. Tristan, Yugi, Bakura and Joad had had a long, serious talk about it. Yugi told them how Malik had made Ryou watch, and how he had made Ryou become aroused by it. Then when Ryou told Malik he should stop Malik got angry and violent. Ryou wound running out of the room to throw up. Tristan added stuff about Malik’s treatment of Ryou from Brian’s friend who was their former roommate. By the time the discussion was over Bakura had been persuaded to speak to Ryou.

At first Bakura had wanted to punish Ryou for being involved in Yugi’s attack, but after hearing Yugi say how bad he felt for Ryou, he decided to think of Ryou as a victim like Tristan wanted him to.

Ryou had been happy to see him, as clingy as ever, and told Bakura he would do it for him because he still loved him. Bakura had tried to explain that Ryou should be doing it for himself, but Ryou didn’t want to think that. He said he wanted to make Bakura happy. Bakura tried telling Ryou they’d never get back together, but knew he couldn’t break his heart again so he promised when Ryou was well again they could try to be friends.

Tristan, not to anyone’s surprise, had already found a place Ryou could go by the time Bakura spoke to Ryou about it. Tristan had explained that he had an obligation to help Ryou especially since he knew from his psychiatric case studies what could become of Ryou if he didn’t get help.

Ryou came from a well off family and had money so things had worked out. Though Bakura wondered if Tristan would have sprung for it if Ryou couldn’t have afforded it. Tristan was better off than he was letting on. He was definitely not telling Joey just how well off his family was. Bakura had picked up on the little things, like when Tristan had joked with him a little while ago about what to get for Joey’s birthday, and how he could afford to get Joey two Mitsubishi spyders if he so chose.

He had already admitted to Bakura that he thought it was time Yugi saw a proper psychiatrist, one that could prescribe him antidepressant medication and delve into underlying issues of abandonment. He had taken Yugi out to lunch last week and proposed the idea, when Yugi once again told him that he couldn’t afford to go see someone that charged by the hour Tristan simply explained that he was paying for it.

In confidence Tristan even admitted to Bakura that he didn’t want Joey to know exactly how much money he had because he knew Joey had had a bad experience with his rich ex-fiancé. Bakura hadn’t pressed the issue with Tristan, but every time Tristan mentioned that he was paying for something Bakura had to wonder. Joey often teased Tristan about being rich, telling Yugi and Bakura that Tristan had to be loaded given the size of his house and the fact that he even had a guest house on the property. Bakura wondered how the blond would react if he knew that his teasing was correct.

Tristan promised he’d tell Joey just how much he was worth if Joey ever asked him directly. Or when he made a life commit to him.


“You want to marry him, Tristan?”

“God, sometimes I’m just sitting with him and he’s smiling at me and I want to drop to one knee and just ask him. I know it’s barely been four months but he’s it for me, Bakura.”


Tristan was definitely an enigma when he wanted to be. But Bakura found that Tristan liked speaking to him, telling him things he couldn’t tell Joey. And there friendship only continued to strengthen, since Bakura could do the same for Tristan. They weren’t at all alike, but somehow it worked.

Tonight, they did have a lot to talk about, Bakura really needed to talk to the brunet about Yugi’s confession from last night. He had waited all day to ask for Tristan’s advice. Tristan seemed to have an answer for everything. He had asked Tristan if he thought he should tell Yugi about Mai and it was Tristan who had told him how to go about it. It was Tristan who suggested half of what Bakura did as it pertained to Yugi. And he was appreciative of that.

Sometimes he wondered if Tristan minded that their friendship tended to be one-sided. Bakura asking for advice or opening up about things and Tristan listening and being receptive. It wasn’t that Bakura didn’t want to listen to Tristan’s problems. But things with Joey were going well, and it didn’t seem that Tristan had any problems.

The Friday after the Wednesday Bakura was back in Yugi’s life Yugi told Tristan and Joey that it was time they spent some time alone. He assured Joey that Bakura would take good care of him and that he insisted Joey and Tristan go back to the condo to rekindle their romance.

Joey had protested a little. But after a couple of “Babes”, Joey finally agreed and left to go with Tristan. When Bakura and Tristan had met again Tristan had a goofy grin on his face. The kind that meant things with Joey and him were right back on track.


Joey stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel around his hips. Tristan was sitting on the bed, legs apart, naked as the day he was born, clearly showing off that cocky overly confident side Joey knew so well. Upon catching Joey’s eye he let his hand ghost over his quickly hardening sex organ. Joey glanced down, his heart pumping a bit harder at Tristan’s molestation. Joey watched Tristan manipulate his cock for a few moments before Tristan cleared his throat.

Joey looked back into Tristan’s piercing eyes, the brunet smirking. If looks could kill, Tristan would have gotten a life sentence.

“Baby, you’re not going to need that towel.”

Joey swallowed before he returned, “I’m still wet.”

“You think you’re wet now, wait until I’m done with you.” Joey flushed, holding the towel a little more firmly with both hands.

“Baby…take off the towel. Let me show you what would have happened on our first date if I were given the chance.”

“I thought we were just going to have a quiet evening with each other. Are you asking me to put out?”

“I’m not asking you, Joey.” Tristan lifted his eyebrows; Joey felt his entire body turn a deep red.

“Your mother told you to call her. You know she’ll call in the middle of it.” Tristan moved over a little, leaned over, and pulled the phone jack out. He lifted his eyebrows again, curious as to how long Joey was going to try to play hard to get. They both knew Joey was already quite worked up. The blond was trembling in anticipation.

They hadn’t been intimate like this in over two weeks.

“If you’re not hard behind that towel I’ll wrap my dick in ice and we’ll watch a movie.” Joey gave Tristan a shy glance. “Of course if you are hard…you’re ass is mine. Literally.”

Joey grinned and dropped the towel. “My, my, my…what do we have here? Someone’s a happy little camper, isn’t he? My boyfriend looks even better than I remember. It was just yesterday I was shamelessly gawking at you from across the room in my art class.” Joey felt the urge to cover himself again, even though it was Tristan. He felt a little embarrassed with Tristan’s lust-cloudy eyes searching his body.

“Don’t blush, Baby,” Tristan whispered, his voice silky. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” That of course had Joey blushing harder, but he walked towards the bed despite himself. Warm lips pressed against his own the moment he was standing in front of the brunet. Tristan’s tongue began a slow dance with his, the kiss intensifying, Joey having to swallow the moan that was in the back of his throat.

“Mmmm, Baby…” Tristan murmured against kiss-abused lips. He was glad he had taken the edge off; otherwise this evening would be quick and messy. And he wanted this to last the rest of the night. “I love you, have I mentioned that?”

“Maybe you should show me how you love me…” Tristan smiled and kissed Joey again, Joey desperate for more contact. Tristan couldn’t hold back, even though he had ejaculated in the shower he was still extremely worked up. It had been two long weeks, not that he regretted helping Yugi at all, but now that he had Joey to himself again, he could barely hold back. Joey was about to get the deep dicking of a lifetime.

Tristan stood, smothering Joey’s lips with his own, equally desperate. Joey moaned, pulling away for air. “You’re going to make me come, Tris…without even doing anything.”

Tristan smiled, cocky. “You know how much I like making you come without much effort. Turns me on, Baby. Makes me that much harder…knowing how hot I get you.” Joey only reddened further. Tristan’s words always went straight to his groin. He loved the way Tristan looked at him and spoke to him. That was probably one of the best things about sleeping with him. “I want you one big, wet, sloppy mess, Baby…” Tristan kissed Joey’s neck, sucking on it, leaving love marks.

“Tristan…gods…Tris…yes…it feels so good…” Joey moaned, before he reluctantly pulled away. “Stop for just one moment, Tris.”

“What is it, Baby? What’s wrong?”

“I want to thank you for helping Yugi and me get through the rough spots. Let me make you feel good, Tris. Please.” Tristan looked into beautiful amber eyes. “Let me show you how much you mean to me, Tristan. Let me love you and take care of you.”

“What do you have in mind, Baby?” Tristan asked, smiling sweetly.

“On the bed, Tris…let me show you.” Tristan gave Joey a look and sat back on the bed. “Lie down, Tristan.” Tristan shifted, so he was on the bed long ways then lay back.

Joey had never really taken charge in the bedroom before. Secretly, he had always wondered what it would be like to have Joey be more aggressive with him. He had been thinking of asking Joey to take him for a while, but had never known how to bring it up, even wondering if he should ask Bakura for advice. It just seemed easier for both of them that he was the dominant one, both of them loving the way things were. Though he knew Joey did want to take him and it seemed Joey wanted to be aggressive on occasion to, Tristan could feel his penis tingle at wondering what Joey had in mind.

He didn’t have to wait long to wonder. Joey started at Tristan’s neck, biting gently on the skin, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave a little raised area where the skin had been pinched between the teeth. Joey then took to soothing the area by sucking on it then moved down, doing the same biting action to random areas on Tristan’s chest, including both nipples. Joey crisscrossed on his upper torso, Tristan’s body arching every time Joey picked a new location.

“I love your body…every single delicious inch of it, Tristan. I can’t believe you’re all mine and I can do what I want with you.” Joey’s voice was husky and intoxicating. “Just thinking about your fat cock stroking me makes me want to come.”

Joey had never really spoken to him quite like that before and it really sent Tristan’s head back flipping. “Baby…gods…Baby…I don’t know how long I can last…”

“You’re going to have to hold on a little longer, Tristan.” Joey met his eyes, desire flickering in his. “I’m not done with you yet.” Joey seductively licked the palm of his right hand and then grasped Tristan’s erection, moving his moistened flesh up and down along the shaft. Tristan’s body lifted off the bed and he let out a whimper.

Joey wasted no time adding his mouth to his treatment. As his right hand continued stroking Tristan into his mouth his left reached under and molested the brunet’s ball sac.

“Gods, Baby…yes…just like that…oh gods…please…feels so good…” Encouraged Joey decided to try a move Yugi had done to him a few times that always had him ready to explode. He cupped Tristan’s balls firmly and started jiggling them, slow at first, like he was rolling them around. Then he increased the intensity moving them like they were dice in a Vegas casino.

Tristan loved it, growling. He fisted his hands into Joey’s hair. “Baby… don’t move your head…let me…I need to…” Joey knew what his boyfriend needed and stilled, opening his mouth a bit wider and relaxing his throat muscles. Tristan pumped up into him, fucking him. Joey’s delicious warmth was overwhelming, he loved getting serviced like this. None of Joey’s other blowjobs had ever been this good.

Right as he got close to letting go, Joey broke away and sat back on his haunches. “Baby?” Tristan asked incredulously, barely able to breathe he was panting so much.

“I want you to save it…for when you fuck me from behind.” Tristan swallowed. “I know it’s one of your favorite positions, Tris…” Joey got off the bed and walked over to the dresser, then he bent over and opened his legs in invitation. “Take me…fuck me…”

Tristan sprang from the bed, his passion not allowing him to take his time about this. He had thought he could be slow and deliberate but Joey had other plans. Tristan grabbed the tube of lube and poured a decent amount into his hands. He rubbed his hands together to warm it a little before using one hand to apply it to himself the other probing Joey’s tempting entrance.

He didn’t take as much time as he knew he should have, but Joey’s aggression had blown all his calculated moves out the window. This was going to be messy…wet and messy. “Fuck me hard…let me feel it…make me come all over myself.”

There went the last of Tristan’s control. He entered Joey a little roughly and didn’t stop moving till he was completely buried in Joey’s luscious, restrictive heat. He grabbed Joey’s hips as Joey wiggled back against him wantonly. “Baby…when you move back like that…fuck…you make me throb…it’s so dirty, Baby…it’s like you’re asking for it…”

“I am, Tristan…I’m begging for it…” Tristan couldn’t hold it any longer, he started moving, deep hot thrusts, the kind that had both of them moaning every time Tristan pistoned his hips forward.

“So…tight…Baby…so…good…” Joey waited until Tristan established a steady rhythm before he sprung his last surprise. He crossed his legs at the thigh and Tristan had to bite his lip until he drew blood not to scream. Tristan let go of Joey’s hips and dug his nails into the wood, leaving indentations. He stopped moving to regain some semblance of sanity, knowing he was moments from coming.

“Tristan…” Joey whispered, panting, his back covered in sweat his body twitching. “Fuck me…”

“Joey…I…gods…Baby…” Tristan was pulsing inside of the burning tightness he was surrounded by. He started moving slowly, barely pressing into Joey’s prostate. Bad enough Joey was already tight, then adding the fact that they hadn’t had intercourse in 14 days, combined with the fact that Joey crossing his legs the way he was only made it worse had Tristan struggling not to reach the edge in a way he never had to before. No one had ever made him lose so much of his control before.

“It’s okay, Tris…just do it…come…I want you to…I want you to fuck me and come inside of me.” Tristan moved a bit faster. When Joey began pressing back into him that was it, Tristan propelled his hips in and out like a man possessed. It only took 30 seconds before he finally reached the end, his climax brilliant as he released into Joey’s willing body with a roar.

The next thing Tristan realized was that he was on the bed again, and Joey was playing with himself. Not surprisingly the blond hadn’t come yet. The way Joey stood over Tristan’s semi-conscious body, agitating himself, manipulating his cock sent shivers up and down Tristan’s entire body.

“I want to come on you, Tristan…can I?” Tristan’s heart skipped. Joey had never acted like this with him, and it was arousing him, he could feel himself hardening. “Can I come all over you, Tris? I promise I’ll clean it off when I’m done.”

“Fuck…Baby…” Joey pushed himself further until his essence splattered onto Tristan’s heaving chest. No one had ever done such a thing to him before, and hell if he didn’t like it. Tristan’s quickly swelling erection brought a smile to Joey’s face.

“I guess I need to clean up this mess before we finish, hum?” Joey didn’t wait for a response as he straddled Tristan’s hips and started licking off his own cum. The move was erotic and slutty, one of the hottest things anyone had ever done with his body. As Joey licked and probed Tristan moaned, fondling Joey’s package, getting him ready for what was to come. The blond wasn’t the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve.

“Quite the little slut tonight, aren’t you?” Joey lifted his head and grinned.

“And to think, Tris, I’m all yours.” Tristan growled possessively.

“On your back…it’s time we settle this.” Joey did as he was told. “Open those slutty little legs of yours, bend them at the knee.” Joey did. Tristan sat on his knees, his legs also open. “When I tell you to, I want you to wrap your legs around my waist and squeeze them as tight as you can, okay?” Joey nodded. He loved when Tristan went super seme on him, throwing his dominance around the way he was.

“Baby…I know you’re going to be awfully sore later, but if you’re going to be sore anyway, I want to at least make it worth your while.” Tristan grabbed Joey by the legs and slid his body up onto his. With Tristan in a kneeling position, sitting on his knees Joey’s bottom half was naturally forced up onto an angle, which was exactly what Tristan wanted.

“Tris…we’ve…I’ve never been in this position before…”

“Good.” Tristan began penetrating him, Joey moaning. It wasn’t long before Tristan was completely embedded inside him. “Wrap around your legs, Baby.” Joey did. “Squeeze.”

Joey whimpered in ecstasy as he did as told, feeling Tristan press into him even deeper. “Tris…oh…fuck…gods…”

Tristan took both of Joey’s hands, putting one on his balls and the other onto his stout erection. Joey was plenty wet from his pre-cum and his release. “Make yourself come, Joey. With both hands…I want you to pull hard, and quick. I’m not going to stop fucking you until you’re covered in your cum.”

Joey gasped. “Mmmmm…Tristan…make me come…”

“With pleasure.” Tristan started moving, his arms on either side of Joey’s body. He lifted himself up off his knees, bucking hard into Joey. Joey crossed his legs at the foot to keep the steamy contact. In the position they were in Tristan could watch every one of Joey’s sexy facial expressions, watch as his body quivered in need.

“MMMMMMMMMMMM….harder…Tris…please.. HARDER…” Tristan rocked into Joey intensely, Joey whimpering and groaning as he fisted himself. “TRISTAN! Gods… fuck… YES…YES…”

“Beg for it, Baby…beg me to fuck you…”

“Please…Tris…I need it…hard…come inside of me hard…” Tristan moved his hands so that they were closer to Joey’s shoulders, forcing him to lean over Joey’s body further and pushing into Joey deeper.

“Say the words, Joey…Say what I want to hear…you know what I want…tell me…” Tristan grabbed the comforter and held on to it tightly. “Say it, right now.”

“Fuck me…fuck me hard…fuck me senseless…” Tristan pressed into Joey even harder, Joey groaning then screaming Tristan’s name. Sweat was now dripping off of Tristan’s body and onto Joey’s. Joey’s head shook violently back and forth, the pressure inside of the blond boiling as they got closer to the end.

“Say it again, Joey…and again…say it…now…”

“Fuck me…fuck me…gods…please…fuck me…”

Tristan was so worked up he let it all go, he had always been careful not to dominate and claim Joey this roughly and possessively before but Joey lying beneath him like this and the way he had taken charge earlier was too much to bear.

“I want to hear it louder, Joey…scream for me…let everyone know what you want and who’s giving it to you.” Tristan pounded into the body in front of him at an uncontrollably pace. He was sweaty and messy and wet and had never felt so good.

“FUCK ME HARDER!” Joey demanded, so turned on by Tristan’s acquisition of his body and verbal demands he came everywhere. “TRISTAN! TRISTAN!” Tristan by then was right there at the edge and grabbed the sheets until his knuckles turned white and he filled Joey with his seed.


Sore had been an understatement. Tristan had felt horribly guilty, knowing he had been pretty rough on his boyfriend. Joey promised he wasn’t upset, and seemed content to lie on Tristan and go to sleep. Tristan had made a mental note to be more careful with the blond, but couldn’t help but smirk at the way things had gone. He wanted Joey to take charge more often, but it seemed he still thoroughly enjoyed doing sinful things to his lover.

“So how are things with you, Tristan?” Bakura wondered, taking another sip of his beer and quieting Tristan’s thoughts.

“Alright. Mostly.” Bakura gave Tristan a sideways look. “You won’t mention any of this to Joey or Yugi right?”

“Should I be insulted that you’re asking? I thought we were friends.” Tristan gave Bakura a look.

“I do consider you a friend, I just…I feel weird because it’s a stupid problem.”

“There are no stupid problems, just stupid people, Tristan.” Tristan rolled his eyes.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what the problem is.”


Tristan looked up to meet now familiar blue eyes. “What, is this like the third time this week, Tristan?” Tristan nodded at his boss’s boss, already feeling a little on edge. He was not surprised to run into Seto Kaiba, having already run into him at the gym twice this week. “Great presentation today, by the way.”

“Thank you.” Tristan lowered his headphones. “It was really Michael’s project, I can’t take the credit.”

“Everyone knows if you weren’t helping Michael he wouldn’t have gotten so much done. You’re one of the best junior executives I have, Tristan.”

“Thank you.” Tristan looked at Seto for a moment, unsure what he was supposed to say.

“How many more sets do hav have?” Seto asked, watching as Tristan continued lifting the weights with his legs.

“Last one,” Tristan answered. He was feeling slightly uncomfortable with Seto standing over him the way he was. He was tired of running into Seto at the gym all the time. Even though Seto was always very friendly and polite to him.

“You wouldn’t mind spotting me, would you?” Tristan shook his head no. “Great, meet you on the other side in a few then, I’m going to go get some water.” Tristan nodded and finished working his legs.

When he was done he headed over to where Seto was, surprised Seto wasn’t talking to some guy. “Here.” Seto handed Tristan a water bottle. Tristan gave Seto a look but took the bottle anyway. Seto opened his and splashed some onto his face. Tristan opened his and took a long swallow. “So which days do you come here?” Seto inquired, positioning himself on the bench.

“Wednesdays and Fridays, mostly. Sometimes I squeeze in a third day like this week.”

“Me too.” Seto smiled up at him. “We should definitely take advantage of that, don’t you think?” Tristan gave Seto a confused look. “I spot you, you spot me…that sort of thing.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose on your work out routine,” Tristan answered, helping Seto lift the bar off the stand.

“Nonsense. We both work the same areas.” Tristan looked down at Seto as he continued his first rep. Seto wasn’t really asking Tristan. It felt like he was telling him. How exactly was he supposed to say no? It wasn’t like he could be fired for refusing to work out with his boss, but it didn’t make it any easier to say no either.

“Are you sure this wouldn’t be some kind of conflict of interest. The last thing you probably want is someone thinking you’re playing favorites,” Tristan countered, helping Seto put the bar back on the stand.

“You won’t get a raise because you’re spotting me at the gym after work, Tristan,” Seto answered with another smile. “Besides, circumstances beyond our control threw us together outside of work. It was just a coincidence that you started dating Joey, and since Joey and Yugi are friends of Yami things just worked out this way.” Tristan helped Seto lift the bar off the stand to start his second rep. “You’re not uncomfortable with this, are you?”

“I’m just trying to cover all the bases,” Tristan answered, diplomatically.

“You don’t have to bullshit me. You don’t have to feel obligated to play the role of brown-noser.”

“Do I act like I’m trying to kiss your ass, Kaiba?” Tristan wondered, helping the CEO put the bar back on the stand again.

“We’re outside of work, you can call me Seto. And no, you don’t act like you’re trying to kiy asy ass, which is what I like about you. Actually, I get the distinct impression you don’t care for me very much.”

“Do you want a response to that?” Tristan asked, giving Seto a plain look.

“Not particularly.” Seto finished his rep and Tristan helped him put the bar back on the stand again. “Listen, Tristan, we’re outside of work, this doesn’t need to be an employer/employee relationship at the moment.”

“Sounds good in theory, but I can’t imagine how this wouldn’t impact our professionalism.”

“You’re smart and talented, Tristan. You’ll go far in Kaiba Corp whether or not we chat outside of work. I didn’t approach you because of that. I approached you because you’re a familiar face and I’d much rather work out with you than some random guy.”

“You seem popular with the guys in here, Seto,” Tristan commented, helping Seto with the bar again. He wanted to see how far he could push things with Seto. Truth be told, Seto intrigued him. There was probably no reason for him being an asshole, other than sheer enjoyment. But he was interested in knowing more about the CEO, if only to quell his curiosity.

Seto sat up and looked at Tristan. “You’re right, I have a few admirers here. But I’m getting tired of the suck ups, I’d rather be with someone who doesn’t like me.”

“What makes you so sure I don’t like you?”

“Let’s not play games, Tristan.” Seto grabbed his water bottle and dumped the liquid on his head. “Will I be seeing you on Wednesday or won’t I?”


“So you’re telling me that you and Seto are now gym partners?” Tristan nodded. “What does Joey think of this?”

“Joey doesn’t know. Seto asked me a couple weeks ago, but I haven’t told Joey. I feel like I’m betraying him by spotting Seto at the gym, but at the same time part of me keeps thinking I should be keeping my friends close and my enemies closer. I told Joey I’d always be honest with him, but how can I bring it up?”

“Just tell him the truth, Tristan. Just sit down with him and tell him what’s been happening. Say that Seto and you kept running into each other at the gym, Seto asked you to spot him regularly, and you agreed. It’s not like you’re planning some affair with Seto. Joey will understand, Seto’s your boss, it’s not like you can easily tell him where he can go.”

“I guess you’re right. Maybe I’m feeling guilty because I haven’t told Joey yet. It’s not like the act itself is wrong. We spot each other at the gym, I haven’t formed some friendship with him or something. I still dislike him, nothing’s going to change that.”

“There you go. Problem solved.” Tristan smiled. “Honestly, Tristan, you worry over the silliest things.”

“Well, nothing bad has happened between Joey and me. It’s been four months and we haven’t started fighting yet, I keep thinking something is going to happen.”

“Why should something have to happen, Tristan? Why can’t you and Joey have a normal, healthy relationship?”

“I don’t know, I just keep waiting for it. No one simply lives happily ever after.”

“You’ll fight eventually, Hell, maybe you’ll fight over this Kaiba gym thing.” Tristan made a face. “Stop looking for a reason to be unhappy, you’re in love, don’t worry about the rest of it.” Tristan nodded. Bakura was right. Bakura was good at being brutally honest. And Tristan needed that.

“So how are things with you, Bakura?” Bakura sighed. “What happened?”

“It’s Yugi.”


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“Here you go, Babyface.” Yugi looked up and took the hot chocolate from his boyfriend’s hands. It was Sunday, and neither of them had brought up the incident on Friday. Yugi was still trying to get a hold of the idea that Bakura was his “boyfriend”. He had never thought he’d see the day, but it felt perfect. He had told his grandpa he had met someone, and told him he would get to meet him next weekend.

His grandpa had been pretty happy, even Joey was glad. Maybe things could work out for them. Maybe the pain would finally end. He had Bakura now. To protect him and love him and…

“Babyface, I was doing some thinking about what happened Friday.” Yugi looked at Bakura and swallowed. “There’s something I want to tell you. I hope this will help ease your fears.” Yugi looked at Bakura and put down the chocolate. “Babyface, one of the most important elements in any relationship is intimacy. Not just physical intimacy, but emotional intimacy. Sharing feelings, completely trusting one another. There’s more to intimacy than sex, Babyface. And there’s more to sex than penetration.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you’re ready, Babyface, I can show you other things we can do that don’t have to involve intercourse.”

“Like oral sex?”

“Not even that, there are plenty of other ways we can find pleasure with one another and fulfill any need of physical intimacy. If at some point down the road you want to move onto oral stimulation we c You You tell me what you’re comfortable with. Baby steps, Babyface.”

“And you’d still be alright if we never…had sex again…intercourse?”

“Yes.” Yugi smiled. “Didn’t I tell you I love you, Babyface. I don’t know why you keep forgetting that.” Yugi smiled brighter. “Drink your hot chocolate, I don’t want it to get cold.”

“Bakura,” Yugi started, picking the mug back up. “Kura, if you really want to have sex with me again, I’d be willing to try…I’d be willing to let you.”

“Yugi, we already discussed that Friday.”

“I know, but…I meant it…I would sleep with you if you asked me to, Kura.” Yugi took another sip and got up. “I’m going to get the marshmallows.” Bakura watched as Yugi left the room, his mind running over what Yugi was saying to him.

Yugi returned with the marshmallows a few minutes later. “So which movie did you want to watch first, Kura?” Bakura gave Yugi a look, studying his body language. He didn’t like what he was seeing. “I’m up for anything.”

“Babyface, what would you say if I asked you to sleep with me right now?” Yugi looked at Bakura, growing red. “Just hypothetically.”

“I…I would try, Bakura…I couldn’t guare I e I wouldn’t get a little scared.”

“Babyface, that’s not the answer I want from you.” Yugi looked at Bakura and shifted. “Babyface, I told you I don’t want you to think I’d ever force you into anything you don’t want. I would never.”

“You said that Friday.”

“Then why are you suddenly telling me you’d sleep with me if I asked you to?” Yugi put down the mug and looked at the movie rentals.

“You think we should watch this one, I heard it’s good?”

“Answer me, Yugi.” Yugi looked up. “Why did you say you’d sleep with me if I asked?”

“I just…don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t. Babyface, please…don’t say stuff like that. It worries me when you talk like that. Like you’d blindly do whatever I wanted. I don’t want you to be that way. I want you to curse me out and tell me no. I want you to be strong on your own, not because of me. If it’s too soon for us to try a relationship we could wait a little.”

“You want to leave me, Bakura?” Yugi wondered, shifting again.

“No. I don’t want to leave you. I won’t leave you.” Bakura thought about it, before he spoke. “Babyface, you really should see that psychiatrist Tristan suggested. Sometimes you act the same way with Joey, doing what he wants…like Joey will leave you if you don’t. No one is going anywhere.” Yugi nodded. “I didn’t mean to upset you, Babyface. We’ve had enough talk about this for one weekend. Let’s just watch the movie, hum?” Yugi nodded again.

“Can I sit on your lap?” Bakura smiled. Yugi snuggled into Bakura’s lap. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Babyface. We’ll just take this nice and slow, and if I ever make you ufortfortable you tell me. Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed, alright?”

“Alright.” Yugi snuggled into Bakura a little more.

He wouldn’t say anything else to Bakura about it, but he knew what he had to do. He couldn’t lose Bakura. Since Bakura and him were going to try an actual relationship instead of a friendship there would come a point where Bakura would want sex. And Yugi would just have to give him what he wanted.

Author’s Endnotes: This chapter was a little longer than most. I liked the idea of all this other stuff happening but at the same time it starting and ending with Yugi and Bakura. Yugi, Yugi, Yugi… whatever will I do with him? Things are going to get quite interesting next chapter. Joey goes to visit Tristan’s parents again, Bakura gets to meet Yugi’s grandfather, and a text message causes a huge problem. I actually wrote a lot of the next chapter, so hopefully I can update lickety split. Until next time my pretties:


Tristan met Joey’s copper eyes. He had never seen Joey’s eyes get so dark and it frightened him. “When were you going to tell me about this, Tristan?” Tristan made a face. “ANSWER ME!”

“Tell you what, Baby?” Joey threw Tristan’s cell phone at him. Tristan barely caught it. “Baby, what is it?”

“I picked up your phone to check what time it was and hit a button and opened up your new message.” Tristan looked back at the phone.

“Baby, it’s nothing…”
, is, is that so… then why does it sound like you’re fucking around on me with Kaiba?”