Beauty

First Things First: Thanks, lots for the reviews! Long wait, hope it was worth your troubles. But school’s started again, which has, alas been first priority. Plus I wasn’t sure what I wanted this chapter to be. I thought I’d just fill it with lemons and call it a wrap, but no, I didn’t do that. This chapter is more ofridgridge chapter. Not a lot happens, but it leads in nicely to the next chapter, so in that sense it’s important. Yami Yami Yami…. What can I say that hasn’t already been said about Yami? Sex kitten extraordinaire. Whatever am I going to do with him. And yes, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan… Poor fella… So what’s with this Duke thing anyway? Hehehehe… I know, you’re anxious to know… and alas all your questions will be answered soon enough… and yes, eventually we will have an appearance by the infamous Duke himself. But it’s a ways off, so let’s just enjoy the drama unfolding in this chapter. And a warning… I used the F word a little… once again… I find the word extremely offensive…and I hope I don’t offend anyone… but it’s only for the story…

Disclaimer: Yugioh? Me… own it? Nah…


Song notes: You Can Call Me Al, by Paul Simon, In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel, Africa by Toto, King Of Wishful Thinking by Go West, I Want To Be Rich by Calloway. The lyrics I included from Peter Gabriel actually inspired me to finish this chapter. They revitalized me.


Chapter 21: Derision

Love I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reaut fut from the inside

In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway (in your eyes) to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution (in your eyes) of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes

~In Your Eyes
Peter Gabriel

“You sure you’re okay, Tristan?” Joey asked, rubbing his boyfriend’s back. Tristan nodded. “Positive?” Tristian nodded again.

“I’m okay, Baby.” Tristan offered a weak smile. “I’ll be fine. Just need a minute.”

“I told you he was a two beer queer,” Bakura insisted.

“Shush, Kura. Don’t say that,” Yugi scolded. “We should just go.”

“No, no…I’m fine. I just…it didn’t sit with me, that’s all.” Tristan grabbed paper towel from the dispenser and wet it, then patted it on his face.

“I really think it’s time we go,” Yami decided, watching with a frown as Tristan splashed more water onto himself.

“I’m fine. It’s fine. You can all go back to the table, I’ll be there in a few.”

“With all due respect, Buddy, you just blew major chunks in a bathroom at a karaoke bar. I’d say it’s time to make moves.” Tristan shot Bakura a look.

“I said I was fine. I’m fine.”

“Who are you trying to convince here, Tristan? No one here thinks you’re fine, you’re pale, you look si

Tristan narrowed his eyes critically. “You’re one to comment on being pale, Bakura. You look like a damn albino with brown eyes.”

“Tristan, whoa, calm down. Let’s all just go, we’ve had enough excitement for one night,” Joey put in, stepping in front of Tristan before Bakura could comment. “Bakura’s just worried about you. We all are.”

“Yes, Tristan, we’re just concerned about you, that’s all,” Yami added.

“What part of “I’m fine” are you guys confused about. Jesus H. Christ, let it fucking go already.” The other four men in the bathroom glanced at each other.

The bathroom door opened and two men who were in a conversation entered the room. “I knew we shouldn’t have come here tonight. If I had known it was MJ night i would have said fuck it. It’s like a damn queer convention in here tonight. ear ear this town is going fag.”

“You have a problem with gay people, is that it?” Tristan asked, riled up immediately. He steppn frn front of one of the men, his hands already clenching into fists.

“Tristan, what has gotten into you…leave it alone…” Joey demanded.

“Hey, get the fuck out of my face, Faggot.”

“Oh, that’s fucking it…” Tristan began. Bakura grabbed him and pushed him out the door.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bakura… did you hear what that fucker just said about us?”

“Choose your battles, Tristan. Shit, you’re acting like a damn lunatic.”

“Oh, it’s alright for you and Joey to go around fighting people but the minute I try to I’m a lunatic? Hypocrite much?”

“Tristan, you’re being irrational. Calm down. What is wrong with you?” Joey demanded making a face.

“Stay out of this, Baby.”

“Tristan, stop it. You’re being an asshole. You’re just feeling sick,” Yugi added.

“I’m fine. How many goddamn times do I have to fucking say I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fucking fine. Stop asking what the hell is wrong with me.”

“Fucking A, Tristan, cut it out,” Bakura instructed, harshly. “We’re leaving, right now. Joey will drive your car home, give him the keys.”

“I’m not letting him drive my car.”

“Well you’re sure as hell not driving, Tris,” Joey stated. “You’re drunk.”

“He didn’t even have that much,” Yami thought.

“I’m not letting Joey drive my car,” Tristan said, heading for the door.

“What is his problem, I’ve never seen him like this before,” Yugi asked as they followed him outside.

“Tristan, I don’t know what the hell just happened to you but I’m not going to tell you again to cut this shit out. Give Joey the keys. You need sleep. You look like fucking shit.”

“Say something else to me, Bakura… I’m done with you…”

“That’s it, enough.” Joey reached into Tristan’s pocket and took the keys.

“I’m not drunk.”

“Well if you’re not drunk then something else is seriously wrong with you. I’m taking you home now, Tristan.”

“I’m sorry, okay. I just…I lost myself for a minute…I’m fine now. I apologize.” Tristan looked at Bakura. “I don’t know what came over me just now. But I’m really all right now. I’m sorry, Bakura.”

“Go home and sleep it off, it’s okay.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Then what is wrong with you?” Yugi asked, apprehensive.

“I just…I don’t know I…” Tristan dropped his head into his hands.

“It’s okay, Tris. I’ll take you home, okay?” Joey held him. “The beer probably didn’t mix with the sesame chicken from the Chinese place. That’s all. I know when I feel sick to my stomach I act bitchy too.”

“We all do. It’s normal,” Yugi added.

“I’m alright now, Baby.” Tristan looked at Joey, his eyes not leaving the blond. “I’m okay.”

“I’d feetteetter if you were in bed resting, Tris.”

“So would I,” Yami concluded.

“I’ll go home. You guys stay. I don’t want to ruin the rest of the night for you.” Tristan took the keys from Joey’s hands.

“Tristan, I don’t want you driving home,” Joey stated, exasperated.

“We’ve been here long enough, I have to work tomorrow anyway. Let’s just call it a wrap,” Bakura added.

“Bakura, drive Joey to his apartment, please.”

“Tristan, stop acting childish.” Joey made a pass for the keys. “I’ll drive you home.”

“I don’t want you driving my car.” Joey’s heart skipped.

“It’s not like he doesn’t know how to handle himself in a sports car,” Yugi brought up, seeing the hurt look on Joey’s face. “He had that Spyder Duke got him.”

“I was going to get a Spyder, but I went with the convertible bug instead. I liked the colors they came in,” Yami mentioned.

“I thought you had a Viper,” Bakura asked, frowning.

“Yes. I do.”

“The rich son-of-a-bitch got you two cars?” Joey inquired.

“And don’t forget the motorcycle,” Yugi added. “Hey, Tristan, don’t yove ave a motorcycle too?”

“Oh, really, Tristan, you have a motorcycle?” Yami asked with a smile. “That is so awesome, we could go ride together!”

“I need to go,” Tristan mumbled, shaking his head to clear the fuzzy feeling coming over him.

“Keys, Tristan. We don’t want to take any chances. Let Joey drive youe,” e,” Bakura insisted.

“It’d be better if I drove,” Tristan half mumbled, half whispered.

“It’s not like I’ve never driven the thing before, Tristanoey oey said, put off.

“I didn’t think we were going to make it a regular practice.” Joey swallowed, wounded.

“You’re being an asshole, Tristan. You’re damn lucky you feel like shit right now,” Yugi stated, glancing at his best friend.

“Tristan, I’m just about out of patience with this entire situation. Hand your keys to one of us so someone can drive you home. Enough bullshit.”

“No, let him drive home by himself, he’s fine, remember,” Joey replied, bitterly. “Bakura, can you take me home, please.”

“Tristan can’t drive alone,” Yami began.

“He’s not drunk,” Joey responded. “Let him drive himself home.”

“Let’s not start this here. Joey, Tristan didn’t mean anything he said to either of us. He’s clearly not himself right now,” Bakura answered, trying to save them from drama.

“He insisted he’s fine. Who are we to question him.” Joey gave Tristan another look. “Don’t call me later. I’m not going to be available to pick up any of your phone calls for a while.”

“You want my keys, they’re yours, Joey…” Tristan flung them at him, the keys smacking Joey in the chest. “Take the damn car, I’ll just buy another one. Duke got you a car for your birthday, right? Your birthday is at the end of this month anyway… just fucking take the damn thing…I don’t fucking care anymore…”

I feel like shit, I’m going to puke again…so dizzy.

Bakura walked over to Tristan and yanked him away from everyone else. Tristan made no struggle as the other three men watched them walk until they were out of earshot. “What the fuck is your problem? Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I just want to go home, that’s it…I don’t…I don’t feel good…”

“You don’t look good, but your treating Joey like fucking shit and your being an asshole to everyone else. What is wrong with you?”

“I don’t…I don’t…” Tristan pulled away.

“Tristan?” Bakura’s expression darkened as Tristan vomited all over himself.

“TRISTAN!” Joey ran to him, Yami and Yugi on the blond’s heels.

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Tristan lay snuggled into Joey, Joey soothing him. “Baby, I’m really so sorry about earlier, I…”

“Tristan, hush, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I keep messing this up with you. I didn’t mean anything I said to you I just…I wasn’t myself…”

“It’s fine.” Tristan sat up, untangling himself from Joey’s embrace.

“No, it’s not fine. I had no right to treat you like that. This happened to me once before. Back when I was in high school, when I found out Ken was gay.”

“Ken who?”

“Ken was the captain of the basketball team. Before me.”

“The one who committed suicide?” Tristan nodded. “I don’t understand.”

“We found out what the suicide note said shortly after the funeral and one of my “friends” made this face and started going on and on about how disgusting it was to think that Ken had seen all of us without clothes on in the locker room. Said Ken was in Fag Hell, and just wouldn’t shut up about it. I felt myself hyperventilating. All my fears were bubbling at the surface, all I kept thinking about was that they were going to figure out I was gay too… that I was going to be ostracized. I started flipping out on the guy… acting crazy… then the next thing I knew I threw up all over the floor.”

“Did those guys coming into the bathroom at the bar upset you, Tristan?” Joey held Tristan to him again and kissed his neck softly. “Did it trigger old feelings in you? Did they bring up your worst fears?”

“My worst fears just came up all of a sudden, Baby,” Tristan answered, cryptically. He held onto Joey for comfort. I hurt you and I didn’t even know it. Until tonight. How did I not know Duke was engaged when I started fooling around with him? You’ll never forgive me for this, Joey… I know it…

“There’s nothing more to be frightened of, Tris. It’s okay now, I’m here, okay?” Joey kissed his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please…don’t leave me, Baby…please,” Tristan whispered, his head on Joey’s chest. “I’m sorry.”

“I won’t. I’ll be right here. Promise.” Joey laid down into the pillows. “You just need a good night sleep. It’s been a stressful week for everyone.”

“I’m just sorry…incredibly sorry…”

“Tris, I already know’re ’re jerk…it’s not a big deal,” Joey insisted, teasingly. “Sleep.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise…Joey, I’ll find a way to make it right.”

“Stop being silly, Tris. Go to sleep.” Tristan looked at Joey for a moment. “Sleep.”

“I love you, Joey. So much.”

“Love you so much too, Tris.”

I’m going to get little brown hairs all over Joey’s pillow…again…Gods, what the hell am I going to do?

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Bakura did a firm stretch and fixed the blankets covering his boyfriend. “Kura?” Yugi asked, tangles of multi-colored hair in his face.

“Shhh, it’s early, I’m going to make breakfast. You want waffles?”

“Yeah, Kura…” Yugi snuggled deeper into the covers, finding the warm pocket Bakura had vacated upon exiting the bed. Bakura did a shiver, damn winter, damn cold. He wasn’t built for this kind of weather, and it was only January. He still had two more months of this damn weather. Fuck this. Winter could kiss his ass.

Bakura picked up his sweatshirt and slipped it on before trekking out of Yugi’s room and to the bathroom. When he finished relieving himself he walked out towards the kitchen. Not surprisingly it was plenty warm out here, perhaps it was just Yugi’s body. His Babyface was a damn heat sponge. Sucking up all the “warm”.

Maybe he should buy Joey sweatpants for his birthday. He was wearing a pair of the blond’s. As were Yugi and Tristan. Yugi just liked wearing Joey and his clothes and as for Tristan, even though he spent the night over constantly, at least twice a week, he never seemed to have clothing to slip into for bed. And now that it was really winter sleeping in just boxer shorts and a t-shirt wasn’t cutting it anymore.

Which was why Bakura did a double take when he walked by the couch to find Yami sprawled out like a centerfold in a gentleman’s magazine. His right arm was under his head. His left arm was across his chest, his hard little nipple poking through his fingers. The heavy comforter Joey had given him had slipped past his trim, tight little hips revealing every sensuous, naked inch of him.

He wasn’t aroused, well his nipples were, but his bottom half wasn’t. His penis lay in perfect view, against his thigh. He looked gorgeous, and maybe it was the lack of any consistent sex life for the last couple of months, but Bakura couldn’t help staring at the way Yami slept, like a forbidden piece of fruit for the taking.

You could say a lot about Yami… but you couldn’t say he wasn’t one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen. Even in sleep he maintained his status as sex kitten. Seto had slept around on him? Had he been outside his mind?

Bakura sighed. Nothing was going to change the way Bakura felt about Yami. He still didn’t like him, and after his little singing stunt last night he had even more reason to feel the way he did. Besides, Yami still had that rock on his finger. Were Seto and him together? Were they separatedere ere they done? Maybe Yami was holding out for car number 3. Damn, he needed to get himself a rich boyfriend.

And Bakura was an artist. Not in the literal form like Tristan, but he was an artist all the same. His food was his medium. So as an artist he could appreciate the exotic beauty of the man sleeping on Blondie and Babyface’s couch. Bakura chuckled, okay now he was just pulling excuses out of his ass. Whatever.

He’d cover Yami up and start with breakfast. He would make breakfast more often if only to hone his skills but Tristan always beat him to it. He had the feeling that this morning Tristan wouldn’t be so quick at the jump. And he was right.

Why was Yami naked anyway? He had a pair of sweatpants. Joey’s of course. I’m really going to have to buy him some sweats for his birthday, he has to be running low by now. Did Yami normally sleep naked. Bakura frowned. Who slept naked on someone’s couch? People had to sit here and his dangly bits were all over the place. Though they were very smooth and beautiful dangling bits.

I need to get laid bad. I’m tempted to suggest Yugi take me. Bakura shuddered. That didn’t even sound right. He chucked that idea.

Bakura reached over and barely touched the comforter when Yami’s eyes opened and he looked at him. The bouncer turned culinary chef skipped pink and went straight to a deep crimson.

“You were naked…I saw you naked and I, not that I was looking but, well you were just lying here, naked…” Smooth. Very smooth.

Yami looked at Bakura and smirked darkly. “Nice of you to notice, Bakura.” Bakura took his hand back. Yami did a little stretch then turned and crossed leg leg to conceal himself.

“I was only going to cover you. You looked cold.”

Yamilediled, moving his hand over himself a few times. “No, I’m fine. Don’t let my erect little nipples fool you. They just like staying hard all the time.”

“There a reason you’re not dressed?” Bakura knew he was being a little hypocritical since there were mornings he came out naked to Joey and Tristan’s chagrin.

“I sleep completely naked. I don’t like wearing clotheWhy,Why, does my body offend you?”

“I just wondered, that was all. It is cold outside now. Might even snow tonight.”

“Never bothered me before. I just don’t have much use for clothes.” Yami sat up and stretched. “So, what are you doing awake?”

“I was going to make breakfast.”

“Really? What?”

“Waffles.” Yami smiled. “You like waffles I take it?”

“Well, Belgium waffles, but I really shouldn’t eat them. I could stand to lose a few pounds.”

“A few pounds? What are you going for here, you want to be invisible when you give people a side profile?” Yami chuckled. “You don’t need to lose any weight. I think you just say those things to get attention.”

Yami gave Bakura a look. He stood up to finish stretching. “Get attention? Why would I want attention?”

“Maybe you were bored being a little housewife.”

“Is that all you think I am. Some little trophy? Seto’s little wifey?”

“Why is his ring on your finger? Why didn’t you pull a Joey and toss that thing off a freeway somewhere?”

“It’s hard to let go. He was the man in my life for a long time. Just because I’m not locked away in a bathroom eating ice cream from a container like some bad cliché doesn’t mean I’m not upset and hurting right now. Have you ever been cheated on, do you know what it is to have your heart stepped on?”

“I wouldn’t stand for it. Someone cheated on me I’d rip their testicles off. It’s as simple as that.”

“That your answer to everything? Violence?”

“As I hear it you were moments away from wringing off Kaiba’s dick when you stormed off.”

“You don’t like me because you question my sincerity. You wonder what I’m up to. You think I’m plotting something. Like taking Yugi away from you.” Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Is your relationship with Yugi that fragile you are threatened by me?”

“You have a penchant for flaunting that tight body of yours and flirting with any and everything with a dick.” Bakura crossed his arms over his chest. “You like being a little cock tease. You like stirring things up.”

“No, please, don’t hold back.” Yami gave Bakura a smirk. Bakura frowned. “So you’re perception of me is that I’m a spoiled sex toy who’s looking for a few good men to fuck, is that it?” Bakura lifted his eyebrows. “I’ll have you know Seto and Yugi are the only two people I have ever been with intimately. I don’t go dropping my pants like some little slut.”

“You don’t have to, half the time you’re probably undressed already.”

“You and Yugi don’t have sex, do you?” Bakura made a face. “To be honest, Bakura, I don’t really see what Yugi sees in you. I guess it’s the muscles.” Yami squeezed Bakura’s arm below the shoulder. “Nice, as they are, a relationship has to be about more than physical attraction.”

“Don’t touch me. This is the shit I’m talking about. In the middle of insulting me you stop to flirt.”

“You don’t want me to flirt with you, Bakura?” Yami asked, squeezing Bakura a bit harder. “I could have sworn you were attracted to me.”

“You would hit on one of your self-proclaimed best friend’s boyfriends, Yami?” Bakura pulled away. “You know what your problem is, you got caught up in loving the idea of being Seto’s little wife slut and fell in love with either him, or the lifestyle, or both and now that your happy home is ruined your anxious for revenge.”

“Revenge?”

“What better revenge then to screw someone else?”

“Even if we used your theory, Bakura, Seto would have to find out about it for it to be revenge, wouldn’t he?”

“Which is why you’d go after someone that would sting a little. Tristan or Yugi. Or maybe a three-way.”

“I have no intentions of having sex with either of them.”

“Because Joey and I would have you dragged under a truck long before you got close.” To that Yami laughed. “I’m glad you find this so funny.”

“It is quite humorous.” Yami gave Bakura a smile. “I’ll tell you a little secret, Bakura, if I do find the urge to go on a fucking spree and spread um wide for some man I don’t think it’ll be that hard for me to get whoever I pick to sleep with me. I attract you and you damn near hate me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can walk around without their clothes on and wink.”

“You didn’t answer me before, Bakura, what was it that Yugi saw in you again?”

“I’m not you.”

“Interrupting something?” Joey asked, padding out to where Bakura and Yami were standing.

“Not a thing, Joey.” Yami walked past him and into he bathroom. Joey turned to watch Yami’s perfect ass and hips before he gave Bakura a look.

“I’m glad he finds this amusing. I want him to get in all his laughs right now. He has no idea who he’s fucking around with. Cocky little bitch. Wait until I get my chance.”

“Didn’t you just tell Tristan he should choose his battles last night?”

“Starting fights in a bar bathroom with two homophobic punks who probably just need a good deep dicking, to use Yugi’s phrase, is foolhardy. You and I have only started fights when we were defending Yugi, and I see nothing wrong with that. As for Yami, I’d hit him just for the satisfaction of knocking him dead in his face and hearing him squeal like a bitch.”

Joey laughed. “Hey, he used to be a good friend of mine.”

“I’m sorry for you then.”

“He wasn’t always like he is now. But he did always crave attention. And he always had a way of seducing every gay man in a five mile radius.”

Yami came out of the bathroom and headed back for the couch and picked up Joey’s sweatpants and slipped them on. Bakura and Joey were now in the kitchen, Joey helping Bakura get all the ingredients he needed.

Yami opened the refrigerator and looked at the two other men. “No more orange juice?”

“No, Yugi finished the last of it yesterday morning. I was going to pick some up after work yesterday but Tristan and I wound up going to his house right after work before we went out last night.”

“You sure there’s no more, Joey?” Yami asked, giving Joey a pout.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s more.” Yami looked up.

“Really? Where, I don’t see it.” Joey walked over to him and opened the bottom crisper. He pulled out an orange and put it in Yami’s hands.

“There you go, Pal.”

“What is this?”

“It’s an orange.”

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Yami asked, giving Joey a look.

“Pretend it’s one of those permanently hard nipples of yours and squeeze all the juice out of it. You did know at some point that’s where the orange juice companies got orange juice from, didn’t you?”

“I am not some sort of idiot. I knew that I’ve just never made fresh squeezed orange juice before.” Yami looked at the fruit for a moment. “Couldn’t you do it for me?”

“If you’re going to be on your own without Seto you have to learn to do things for yourself.”

“I can do things for myself. I’m not some dependent ex-housewife.”

“Asking if they validate your parking at the avenue shopping district isn’t doing things for yourself, Yami. You have to learn to rough it a little. And here in the real world, outside of the Kaiba Estate people who want orange juice squeeze oranges to extract it.”

“Why are you so sure I’m some spoiled diva? I volunteer at the soup kitchen twice a week, at the animal shelter every other week and at the clothing drive every Saturday. I’m sorry I’ve never had reason to spend time squeezing oranges, Joey. But you’ve always been more built than I have, you have better muscle definition than I do.” Yami gave Joey a smile. “It’d be so wonderful if you did it for me.”

“I never said you were helpless, Yami. If you think you can hit on me to have me squeeze oranges for you you’re sadly mistaken.” Yami gave Joey a little face, but smirked. Joey was always on to him. That was one thing about Joey he did like.

“Would you show me how, at least?”

“I suppose I can manage that.” Joey and Yami cut a couple of oranges in half then Joey showed Yami how to twist the juice out of them. “Here, go on, try it.”

Yami shrugged. It couldn’t hurt. Wasn’t like he had just gotten a manicure or something. After a couple of tries and squeezing some juice onto himself Yami smiled. This was kind of fun. He liked this. “This isn’t so bad.”

“You’re making yourself a mess.”

“But I’m enjoying myself.” Yami opened the fridge to pull out more oranges. “You don’t mind if I squeeze them all, do you? I want to make enough juice for everyone.”

“Knock yourself out,” Joey answered working on the bacon.

“Wow, Yami and Joey helping Bakura with breakfast, must be April Fool’s Day or something,” Yugi thought entering the kitchen with his hair all over.

“I know how to cook, I just choose not to,” Joey corrected.

“Blondie also chooses not to have the city health inspector come and arrest him for food poisoning.” Yugi and Yami laughed at Bakura’s joke.

“Listen, Whitey, you’re just lucky you’re cooking me breakfast, otherwise I’d have you step outside.”

“Whitey? Joey, just don’t,” Bakura said with a laugh.

“How’d Joey and Kura get you to help, Yams?” Yami looked up at his former lover and smiled.

“Just kind of happened. I’m doing good, Aibou. Look, I’m making orange juice.” Yugi smiled. He had to admit, Yami looked cute squeezing oranges the way he was. His bronze muscles flexing in all the right places as he worked. Little drips of orange juice on his body. No matter what activity Yami did he managed to make it look sexy. Maybe Yami could get into male modeling.

“When I’m done maybe I could do something else to help… this cooking thing isn’t so hard.”

“All you’re doing is manipulating fruit with your hands. That’s what all gay guys do,” Joey mentioned. The other three men laughed.

“I’m still good at this.”

“I’m not impressed, squeeze juice out of a grapefruit and then come see me,” Bakura decided, looking over from where he was finishing with the batter for the waffles.

“I don’t think I can handle balls that big. I’m good, but I’m not that good.” Yugi smirked.


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Tristan rolled over as Joey placed a smooth kiss to his forehead. “Breakfast, Tris…all ready.”

“Hum…breakfast?”

“Yeah, even Yami helped make it. It was a group effort since our resident cook was asleep.” Tristan sat up. “Feeling better?”

“I feel like shit, I have no excuse for ng lng like that towards you. Joey, you shouldn’t put up with my crap.”

“If I got 5 yen for every time you acted up I’d buy another Spyder, Tris. Let it be. Don’t worry so much.” They met lips. “Besides, you were all vulnerable around me last night, that Superman thing you have going for you started wearing off a little bit.”

“Superman thing?”

“Yeah, you just seem so put together. I know you were in a dark place in the past. I know you’re not perfect but it just seems like you know everything about everything, you’re smart, you’re going places. You have money, whether you decide to admit how much to me is another story. It’s like you’re too perfect, Tris. Nice to see you have some weakness to you. That’s all.”

“Oh, you think because I confessed to having an extreme panic attack twice in my life that I’m vulnerable?” Tristan asked, smugly, grabbing Joey. “Want to place bets on that?”

“Hey…breakfast is ready…what are you plotting?” Tristan let his movements be his answer. He slid Joey’s pants off his hips roughly. “Tris…hey!”

“You’re the one who can’t get enough of me. I snap a finger and your clothes come off, Baby.”

“Such a jerk… I take it back, we’re not made up anymore!” Tristan was already manipulating the tender flesh of Joey’s developing erection. “The three of them are out in the kitchen right now, Tris…”

“Then you better not scream when you ejaculate, Baby…” Without further delay Tristan engulfed Joey’s weeping erection and gave it a hard slurping suck as he drew his head down the length of it.

“Damn…Tris…stop…oh gods…damn you…” Tristan carefully held down Joey’s pivoting hips and got to the task in front of him like an eager puppy. Joey’s eyes slid shut. Somehow he ended up with a sexual maniac for a boyfriend. His dumb luck. Or was that good luck? “I just gave you some… mmmm… yesterday…oh..mmm…harder…”

Tristan bobbed back up and with the head of Joey’s pudgy cock still in his mouth he hummed as hard as he could. Joey growled, his hands going to Tristan’s shoulders, trying to force Tristan to deliver the same intense vibration to the rest of his dick. “Ahh..ahh..Ahh…ahh..oh, Tris…Tris…”

Tristan squeezed the base of Joey’s cock and gently twisted the skin. “Shit…should have had you make the orange juice…Ahh…” Tristan slid his tongue along the sensitive underside and took Joey out of his mouth.

“Nothing like my baby’s hard dick early in the morning, hum?” Tristan gave it a teasing kiss. “Something about tasting that cock juice when I wake up just does it for me…what about you, Joey?”

“You’re a fucker…finish me off! Now…”

“I was told to stop… I’m just respecting your wishes.”

“You’re a jerk, Tristan. A freaking jerk…”

“A jerk that manages to make you come by just whispering hard in your ear. You get wet just looking at me.”

Joey slapped Tristan on the arm. Tristan only laughed. “All frustrated and no where to go…or should it be come?”

“Please…just finish me…”

“Just because I love you, and this fabulous cock of yours.” Tristan smiled before he continued his work. He sucked violently on Joey’s flesh, sloppy sounds and Joey’s desperate whimpers the only noises echoing in the room.

“You suck like a slut in heat in a room full of dick …gonna come…gods…Tris…” Joey’s body was fighting Tristan’s hold, Joey trying to increase the speed. It was a good old-fashioned deep throat, and Tristan was savoring him like a Turkish delight.

“Babe, Tris, we’re going to eat without you if you guys don’t get out here right now! BABE!”

“COMING…..Holy fucking shit…” Joey went past his critical point and with a flash he shot off a missile in his boyfriend’s mouth. Tristan swallowed as fast as he could but some still managed to slip out and down his chin.

He released Joey’s hips and licked his whitened bottom lips. “Mmm, more..”

Joey could almost feel himself getting hard again. “Oh gods, Tris…I…damn you.”

“I’ll let you eat first, Baby, then you’re getting fucked until I’m satisfied you won’t be walking without crutches.” Tristan stood up and gave Joey another heart-stopping smile. “Naughty Baby…yougoingoing to really get it today.”

Joey blushed as he pulled on his pants. “Don’t hold your breath.” Tristan blocked Joey from exiting his bedroom and with little effort he had Joey up against the wall.

“I’ll take you right now if you keep it up, Baby. I almost feel sorry for you, you have no idea how insatiable I am right now. That tight pink asshole of yours is going to end up a loose purple swollen mess when I’m done.” Joey’s blush deepened and he moaned when Tristan joined their lips together for a fiery kiss.

Yami, Yugi, and Bakura looked up from their meals when Tristan and Joey came out of Joey’s bedroom. Joey had looked pretty put together earlier, but now he looked like Tristan had done a number on him. He was flushing and he had a starry, far off look in his eyes.

“So the four of you made all this, hum?” Tristan asked, sitting on the empty stool.

“Under Kura’s supervision,” Yugi answered, taking a sip from his glass.

Tristan motioned with his finger for Joey to sit on his lap. Joey already hated that he was red. This was only going to make it worse. The moment he got on Tristan’s lap he felt just how hard Tristan already was for him. He swallowed.

“So, Baby,” Tristan began in his masculine, I’m- about -to –have- you- cum- in- your-pants voice, “What did you make?”

“We actually threw Joey’s part out. It wasn’t fit for human consumption,” Bakura teased.

“I made the bacon, thank you, Bakura.”

“Kura thinks cause he’s had some cooking lessons he’s the master.”

“I am.”

“Mmm, my baby was playing with meat,” Tristan said, in a seductive voice as he picked up a piece of bacon. It was lost on the other three men who weren’t listening to the brunet. “Open your mouth nice and wide, Baby…” Joey was close to turning purple. Tristan took a fork-full of waffle and fed it to his boyfriend.

Joey shifted a little, feeling worked up by Tristan’s behavior. “Eat up, Baby…you’re going to need your strength,” Tristan whispered. Joey took his time with each bite, slowing down to see what the brunet would do to him. Half the fun in the sex between them was always the build up, getting Tristan to the point where he was thrown onto a bed and ravaged.

“You think you’re pretty cute, hum, Joey? What if I had you right here on this counter? What if I tossed you up on here with breakfast and screwed you in front of everyone? I bet you’d like that…letting everyone watch as you opened your legs and took me inside of you.”

Joey started chocking. “You okay, Babe?” Yugi asked, looking up from his plate.

“Fine. I left my car at work last night, as soon as we finish eating Tristan and I are going to go pick it up.”

“You guys want to meet us at the movies then?” Bakura asked.

“What time’s the show?” Tristan asked.

“3:30. It’s ten now. Do you guys just want to come back after you get Joey’s car? We can all go in Bakura’s truck,” Yugi asked.

“Well, Joey I shI should be done eating in about ten minutes, but I don’t want to take any chances. We’ll just meet you guys at the theater.” Joey took a hard swallow of the orange juice. They should be at Tristan’s condo by a eleven at the latest. Tristan had to be mighty horny if it was going to take three hours.

He’s going to cripple me, isn’t he? Joey grinned at the prospect. He had to admit. It was a lovely way to be crippled.

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On the way to the bookstore to retrieve Joey’s car Tristan made Joey take out his penis and stroke himself. Joey objected at first to masturbating in the car, but as always Tristan had him too worked up to properly protest. Plus Tristan’s threat that if he didn’t do as he was told he would end up taken in the back seat was enough to get the blond to behave.

Tristan was always like this. His sexual appetite almost impossible to quench. But today there was something different. As soon as they entered the condo and Tristan secured the door he ordered Joey to strip. Joey didn’t understand but Tristan explained that he’d be undressed as soon as they got upstairs so he could just as easily undress downstairs.

By that point Joey was seconds from coming on the spot. Once upstairs, Tristan was relentless, barely giving Joey a brief rest between orgasms. Joey wasn’t even sure he still had sperm left. There was definitely something driving his boyfriend’s hunger, it was like Tristan couldn’t get enough of him, like he had to get out all his desire and want because he wouldn’t be seeing him for a year.

Joey was panting and wriggling on his belly, hair all over the pillows, sweat and drying semen dampening his body. Tristan was back at the bed again, Joey whimpered. “Don’t think I’m done yet…”

Joey rolled over obediently and looked at Tristan through half-lidded eyes. “What time…is it?”

“2:15.”

“Movie.”

“We have time for one last round…” Tristan climbed back onto the bed, and lay on his back. He had already told Joey how he wanted it before so Joey, panting wantonly, climbed onto his boyfriend and lay on him face up.

Tristan’s head was resting on the pillows so he was slightly elevated. Joey rested his head on Tristan’s right shoulder and spread his legs so Tristan’s erection was poking out in between them obscenely.

“I told you before I was going to leave that tight pink asshole of yours swollen and purple.” Tristan had Joey lift up and impale himself on his length. Joey was so well used at this point he could slide all the way down without having to stop to adjust. He bent his legs at the knee on either side of their joined bodies and they were ready to finish. Tristan lifted up so that he slid part of the way out of the blond.

“Mmm, ngh…Tris…you must be done by now…so tired…”

Tristan nibbled at Joey’s ear before he whispered, “I’m not done loosening you up yet. I can still touch the sides.” Then Tristan slid back in with no resistance. Joey moaned deep. “I’ve ruined your asshole, haven’t I, Baby?”

“Oh gods…Tristan…oh fuck…” Joey growled Tristan’s name as the brunet took him with firm penetrating strokes, the kind that hit Joey’s favorite gland directly on target. “Harder… please…”

“You love it, don’t you….you love that it’s all messy and slutty down there now, don’t you?”

“Ngh…oh…mmm…”

“Tell me how you love it. Say it nice and loud.”

“I love it…I love it…more..” Tristan rocked in and out and bit down on Joey’s shoulder to mark him. Joey’s body arched, and he screamed. “FUCK!”

“Your body begs me…it pulls me deeper and deeper inside you…”

Joey’s moans were disgusting now… and Tristan loved every vocalization. Tristan wrapped his arms around Joey’s writhing body and took Joey’s length with both hands. “I’m just gonna leave it in you…grind it in a circle…” Joey whimpered again as Tristan gently pressed Joey down so that he had himself securely lodged inside of him.

Tristan rolled his hips in opposite circles, back and forth, Joey’s moans now becoming excessive. Even though Joey was quite enjoying himself doing things like this, with Joey lying on top of him in this manner was going to take too long. They still needed to get up and shower before they met Yami, Yugi, and Bakura.

Joey forced himself to sit up and started a bouncing mn. n. Tristan’s arms moved to Joey’s proud shoulders and he held onto him as he pressed up into the blond hard. “Such a naughty fuck I have…mmm…Baby…gonna come…”

“Is that so?” Joey asked, beating himself off with long strokes. It wasn’t long before both men reached climax.


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Yami took a glance at his cell phone once more before he picked it up. “Hello, Seto.”

“Hi, Yami.”

“Something you wanted?” Yami inquired, sounding uninterested. He sunk onto Yugi’s bed and looked at his hand. He needed a manicure in the worst way. “There a reason you’re calling, Seto.”

“I just wanted to know if you found a hotel yet.” Seto sat stiffly on a chair in the guest room he had been staying in. He couldn’t sleep in the master suite, it was too painful. “You’re welcome to stay in any of the houses, Yami.”

“I found a place. Happens to be a Kaiba Corp hotel, so I guess it has everything I want.”

“I’m sure it does.”

“How come you’re calling today? It’s Sunday…things went down on Wednesday. What is with the delay?”

“I didn’t want to call you too soon and upset you.”

“You mean upset me more than you already have? That doesn’t seem at all possible.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What if I didn’t come to stay with Yugi? What if I was stranded on the streets somewhere. I could have been in a cardboard box with rats and mice and roaches. You didn’t even call to make sure I was alright. You sent Tristan to give me my things. I thought you loved me, weren’t you worried?”

“I do love you. I wasn’t worried, Baby. If you didn’t have anywhere to go you would have come home.”

“Why would I go back to you? You’re clearly living in la-la land.”

“You couldn’t survive without your things, Yami. You need your make up and facial scrubs and shampoo and clothes. You would have returned.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Truth be told if you hadn’t have immobilized me I wouldn’t have let you leave.”

“Is that so, so how would you have kept me there?”

“Any means necessary.” Yami made a face. “If I had to tie you down on the bed I would have.”

“Tied me down on the bed. I see.” Yami thought a moment. “So what’s going to happen now, Seto? Are you going to cut me off? We’re not married I’m not entitled to any of your things.”

“I would never cut you off like that, Yami. I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. You’re my, Honey and it’s my job to make sure you don’t want for anything.”

“Hush money, Dragon? To keep me from going to the press?”

“It’s not about that.”

“You’re a liar. And speaking of press, when are you going to announce we’re over?”

“I wanted to wait, I have a lot of clients and fundraisers and…”

“Won’t people notice I’m not with you?”

“Well, I…I was thinking maybe you could come with me. Just to keep up the façade for a few more weeks. At least until I close some important deals. I know it’s asking a lot of you. I have no right to ask anything.”

“You don’t. You hurt and humiliated me.” Yami curled his legs underneath him. “I don’t understand why you haven’t just told the press yet.”

“I don’t want to think it’s over.”

“Well, it is. I’m ready to start dating other people. Start fucking someone else, Seto.”

“i don’t want you to be with anyone else.”

“There’s nothing you can do. I can do as I please, I’m not your wife-slut anymore.”

“I never once treated you like that. Not once. You were my partner. I didn’t pursue you because I needed a trophy.”

“You hurt me. Over and over and over again. I never once even did a double take at another man. And you slept and flirted with everyone. That is no partnership. That is you thinking you can do as you pleased with me.”

“No. Yami, I had a problem. I couldn’t control myself. They meant nothing.”

“I meant nothing.”

“You meant everything. You do mean everything. Baby, please. Don’t sleep with anyone else. I want to try to work this out.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “I will spend every waking moment making it all up to you.”


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“What happened to the diva?” Joey asked, slumping into the easy chair.

“He’s on the phone with Seto,” Yugi answered.

“Why?”

“Well, he needs more of his things and he’s making arrangements with him. Seto’s offered to drop of anything Yami wants at his hotel.”

“How long has he been on the phone with him?”

“An hour.”

“He has that many things he needs dropped off?”

“That or they’re talking about more than just merchandise.”

Joey made a face. What was there to possibly talk about? Seto was an asshole, that covered everything. He hated to admit that he would have taken Duke back…but that had been one lover, and perhaps he had grown so dependent on Duke he didn’t think he had much of a choice.

He was determined to find Duke though and confront him, the identity of his lover would be known to him if it was the lthinthing he did. And once he found out who this person was it was going to take all his strength not to track him down and start something.

“How come, Tristan didn’t spend the night?” Yugi wondered, finishing with the dishes.

“Wasn’t feeling well again. Yesterday after the movie he just wanted to go home. I figured he was exhausted because of the sex. But when he called today he said he just wanted to stay at the condo and sleep. I don’t know what to think. When I offered to come by he told me no.”

“You guys spend a lot of time together, he probably just needs a break.”

“We spend so much time together because he’s over-sexed.”

Yami came out of the bedroom, and wiped a few tears from his eyes. “Let’s go shopping, I want to spend more of that asshole’s money.”

“It’s Sunday night, there’s no place open,” Yugi responded.

“I called in a favor, they’re going to open the leather pants shop up just for us tonight.”

“I take it things went badly with Seto on the phone?” Joey inquired.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just go. It’ll be like old times, the three of us at the mall, spending money we didn’t have. But this time we will have it. I have two credit cards with virtually no spending limits.”

“I don’t think this is going to solve your problems, Yams.”

“Aibou, I told you I don’t want to talk about it. You guys have wonderful boyfriends. My fiancé is a cheating, lying piece of shit.” Yami walked to the door and put on his shoes. “Come on, please, I need this.”

“You guys go. I’ll stay home,” Joey answered.

“You need to get out of the house and stop thinking about Tristan’s weird weekend behavior. As soon as Tristan consults Bakura, because we both know he will, I’ll get the scoop and let you know. Come on, Babe.”

“Oh, okay.” Yugi was right, he needed to get out of the apartment. This thing with Tristan was just a fluke. There was nothing really wrong with his boyfriend.

Author’s Endnotes: This chapter was a struggle to write. Not that much happened. But I knew I had to throw in something before the infamous flashback chapter. Which is mostly all written. Yami and Yugi’s relationship. When Yugi first started calling Joey, “Babe”. Duke and Joey stuff. Duke and Tristan stuff. Yami and Seto. Good times all around…


“Duke? Duke who?”

“The guy you met at the dry cleaners.” Tristan thought for a moment. That black haired guy. With the earring? He hadn’t thought he’d ever get called back. It had been two weeks. “Remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. What’s going on?”

“Not much. My brother is driving me nuts. He’s so clingy and I’m just tired of it. You think maybe I could stop by tonight and we could get better acquainted?” Tristan thought for a moment. From not a call in two weeks to stopping by?

“You want to meet at the Pyramid first or something, get a drink.”

“No.” Duke answered. “It’s better if I just come over. I could bring a bottle of something if you want.”

“I have plenty of stuff. I’ll see you about 8:30?” Duke agreed. Tristan smirked. He still had it. Or maybe this Duke guy was just a slut, coming over his condo without expecting at least a drink. Oh well, why look a gift horse in the mouth. How could he turn down ass he didn’t have to work for?