Torn Apart

Chapter 2 is here!

Thank you for the reviews for the last one.

Yukiko_Angel: Ah nothing like a good bit of angst. Expect more to come. ^_^

yaoirose: I know poor Jou, I'm afraid it's not gonna be too good for him for a while. Sorry about the cliffhanger, sometimes you just can't help it.

Cody_Thomas: Yep bad Kaiba is back. I think he might need a "time out" after all! XP

Sorry this chapter's a bit short but there you go. I was gonna just focus on Joey and Kaiba again but after reading a manga I got inspired to put another couple in this story. It's nice to mix it up a little.

Enjoy


While Yugi and Tea were clearing up, Tristan and Duke had arrived at Tristan’s apartment. They had stopped off to buy some drinks as Tristan had time off tomorrow and Duke had complained that he didn’t get to drink at Yugi cos he had to drive Tristan’s lazy ass home and the least he could do was set him up with a place to crash for the night. And since Tristan had managed to get himself quite drunk already, there wasn’t any compliant. Not that it was a strange occurrence for Duke to stay at Tristan’s anyway. Over the past couple of months he had been crashing over more and more. It all started because Joey was in the mood that he had gotten himself into and didn’t want to be around the others that much, so Duke and Tristan had hung out more as a result. They had even managed to put aside their differences regarding Serenity, as she really didn’t see either of them as anything more than a friend and since that had been gotten out of the way, they found that they got on quite well.

“I still can’t believe that luck bastard, getting a wife like that.” said Tristan opening a bottle and getting comfortable on the sofa.

“With a guy like Kaiba, lucks got nothing to do with it.” Duke replied, helping himself to a bottle to.

“Yeah, unlike you where lucks got everything to do with it.”

“So says Mr God’s gift over there.” Duke scoffed rolling his eyes.

“Hey I’m only speaking the truth. There’s no way besides luck that you got some one like Mel.”

“I don’t have Mel anymore.” Duke mumbled over the top of his bottle as he took a large gulp of its contents.

“Oh no dude! What happened?” Tristan said, leaning his head on the back of the sofa to look up at Duke who was standing behind him. “Did you scare her off with that freaky dice fetish of yours?”

“It’s not a fetish!” Duke shot back angrily, pushing Tristan’s head forward again. “I broke it off with her if you must know. It wasn’t working out.”

“Seems to be happening to you a lot recently.” Duke let a sort of melancholy look creep over his face while Tristan attention was else where.

‘And whose fault do you think that is?’ he berated silently to himself. You see, there was a very interesting reason why he couldn’t make it work with any girl he was seeing. They just weren’t the one he wanted. God only knew what had happened but over the past few months something of an infatuation had grown inside him towards his totally oblivious friend. And there was no way that Duke was gonna clue him up on it either. He didn’t want to do anything to ruin the friendship they had made. Tristan was as straight as a die, so there was no way he stood a chance, no matter how girly he looked he thought catching a reflection of himself in kitchen window. Duke lazily twirled a lock of his black hair around his finger.

“Yo Duke! You spacing out over there?”

“Huh?” Duke looked up from his musings to see Tristan staring straight at him. “No I’m not.”

“Moping after getting dumped?” He snickered lying down. Narrowing his eyes Duke came over and sat down on the floor, back leaning against the sofa, whacking Tristan around the head as he passed.

“I was not dumped! I broke up with her.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t mope over it. You can mope over Mel and I can brood over Kaoru.”

“Tristan that ended months ago, get over it already.”

“Aw but I thought we had something special.” Duke didn’t respond. Tristan had been going on about this for weeks and frankly he had run out of things to say, not that he ever listened anyway. Didn’t he realise how hard to was for him to hear all this every time they hung out? It was almost like a sweet torture. He hated hearing Tristan go on about his ex but craved being in the others presence. How had things gotten so bad? What the hell was it about this idiot that made him love him so much? Caught up in his own depressing thoughts, Duke managed to through his drinks much too quickly and sat there in a sort of half happy, half glum drunken haze. As such it took him a while to notice that someone was playing with his hair.

“You know,” said Tristan idly fiddling with a few strands of Duke’s hair, “you have hair exactly like Kaoru’s.”

“That’s not something I really want to hear man.” Duke groaned swatting the offending hand away. “Quit it.”

“It really is just like hers, all nice and soft.” Continued Tristan, lost in his drunken memory, letting his fingers gently brush against the nape of Duke’s neck. Feeling the heat rise in his face, Duke shot forward. Why did he always have to react so strongly to this guy’s touch? Annoyed with himself and Tristan, Duke made to get up and move away out of the brunets reach. He got as far as standing, just about, it seemed the alcohol had gone straight to his head, when he was pulled off his feet by a sudden tug on his arm. Losing his already shaky balance Duke fell rather ungracefully onto the couch, right atop its occupant.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Duke yelled pushing himself him up on his hands. “Don’t you ever think…” The anger died in his throat as Tristan’s hands came up and cupped his face.

“You’ve got green eyes like hers too.” Tristan said rubbing his thump along Duke’s cheek. This so was not happening Duke thought, his resolve crumbling by the second. Why did he have to do this now? With these simple little actions he was screwing up everything that he had done to hide his true feelings from the brunet. And it wasn’t like he even meant anything by doing this either. In truth, he supposed, he did look a bit like his ex Kaoru, which only made him hate her more. Honestly he was much better than that heartless cow that dumped him so easily. Why couldn’t Tristan just let it go? Why did he have to touch him like this thinking it was her?

Maybe it was because he was so close to the one he desired, maybe it was the weeks and weeks of pent up sexual frustration or maybe he was more drunk than he originally thought but before he could stop himself he leant his face close to Tristan’s, his breath ghosting over the other’s lips when he spoke.

“Shall we find out if I kiss like her too?” Closing the final distance between them, Duke pressed a firm kiss against Tristan’s lips, praying that Tristan was far too wasted to care that it was a guy currently lying in his lap. Elation spread through him when Tristan responded, not as much as he would have thought or liked but he hadn’t pushed him away, so it was a start at least. Tingles danced up and down his spin when he felt Tristan’s hands lightly rest on his back, just ever so slightly holding him close. Duke backed off quickly, afraid that his growing excitement would get noticed by the brunet. He sat up, desperately uttering a hurried apology. Seriously, what the hell was he doing?

“I’m sorry…I didn’t…” He was cut off abruptly when Tristan sat up as well, wrapping his arms around Duke and pulling him into another hard kiss. Duke willing opened his mouth allowing Tristan’s tongue to tangle with his own.

“No, you don’t kiss like her.” Tristan said breathing heavily. “You kiss better.” Duke could barely think as Tristan started kissing him again, the brunet’s hands running over Duke’s back and hair. Moaning deep in his throat, Duke shifted his position so that he could sit comfortably in Tristan’s lap, their arousals rubbing together. Duke clung on tight to Tristan, rolling his hips against the brunets bucking ones, their lips never parting. In the back of his mind Duke knew that this was happening way too fast, that in a sensible world he should stop, Tristan was drunk and probably didn’t know what he was doing but having Tristan’s hands touching him, his mouth kissing him, all reason went out for a stroll, taking common sense and smart moves with it.

A sudden jolt went through Duke when Tristan deftly undid his trousers, freeing his straining erection and caressing it expertly despite his usually rough fingers.

“Aah…Tris…!”

“You’re so hard.” He commented, almost sounding awed.

“…That’s cos…you’re…touching me.” Duke panted trying to keep his body steady.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah…so good…” Duke barely managed to get out, his forehead pressed firmly into Tristan’s shoulder.

“Then do me too.” Tristan said grabbing one of Duke’s hands and pulling it down against his erection. With shaking fingers Duke unfastened Tristan’s zip, groping for the others manhood and stroking it with wild abandon. He hardly dared to believe that Tristan was as turned on as he was but the proof of his desire flowed down the length of his rather large stiff member. Tristan moaned loudly as Duke set about mercilessly teasing the small sensitive opening at the tip.

“Nnn…there…” Tristan groaned, his hips rocking hard against Duke’s own. Feeling himself getting close, Duke caught Tristan’s lips again, kissing him passionately. Tristan shuddered as he reached his release, his hands stilling their moments on Duke’s arousal. Feeling his own orgasm within reach, Duke hurriedly brought their lengths together, rubbing them harder. Imagining what it would be like to have Tristan’s long shaft buried inside him, Duke quickly came, crying out his release.

His climax finished, Tristan fall back on the couch and almost immediately fell asleep. This didn’t surprise Duke, considering how much alcohol the brunet had drunk. Exhaustion came over him as well. Lying on top of Tristan, Duke rested his head upon the others chest. Closing his eyes, Duke drifted off to sleep. He’d deal with the ramifications in the morning.


A/N: I know it may seem like it happened way too fast but screw it! it would be boring otherwise. :)

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