I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein nor the Popsicle frozen treat company.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A TRISTAN/YAMI/YUGI LEMON AND AN OTOGI/JOEY LEMON**

“Indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami}
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
*Person on the other end of the phone*
//Written messages being read silently//
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 25


“Okay! Who’s ready to blow this Popsicle stand?” Amara called out, walking into Tristan’s hospital room.

“Rescued!!” Joey yelled, dramatically dropping to his knees with his arms up over his head.

Tristan turned his head in Amara’s direction, a small smile on his bandaged face. “You my ride home, little girl?”

“Yep,” Amara cheerfully pecked the brunet on the cheek. “Just as soon as I shove blondie here in the limo and get him on his way to school.”

“Hey! I’m not going! Tris needs help getting around places he doesn’t know, and he needs his meds from the pharmacy.”

Amara was unaffected by the glare Joey shot her way. “You are so going, and I can pick up Tristan’s prescriptions on my way back up, and I can help him find his way around,” she shoved Joey towards the door, sliding the sleeve of his jacket up his arm. “You are going to school today, you can change into your uniform in the limo, and I’m taking Tristan home. You’ll see him when you get back this afternoon,” she got Joey’s jacket on and scooped up his backpack she had dropped in the chair when she came in. “I’ll see you in two minutes, Tristan.”

“Okay, Amara. Bye, Joey. Have fun,” he snickered.

“Yeah! Sure! Ya lucky prick!”

Tristan heard Joey still griping halfway down the hallway. He settled back on the bed, to wait for Amara to return from the pharmacy with his many medications, and get him the hell out of that hospital. He was sick of the quiet; even with Joey there for company, the room sounded silent, and the stink. Gods, have hospitals always smelled so disgusting? The sheets felt like sandpaper, they were so rough. He couldn’t wait for a decent meal either, one that didn’t taste like soggy cardboard soaked in watery gravy.

He heard the door hinges squeak, announcing the arrival of someone. “That was quick, Amara.”

“Sorry, Tristan. I’m someone better.”

Tristan barely kept his groan silent, of all the people he didn’t want to deal with. “Hi, Tea. Shouldn’t you be in school or something?”

“I’ve been excused from my first two classes to have my physical done for my dance class. They want to make sure no one has any problems with their knees and stuff. I got here early, so I thought I’d come brighten up your day.”

Tristan was glad he would be leaving as soon as Amara got back. “Thanks for the thought, Tea, but I’m going home in just a few minutes.”

“Oh, well, I’ll keep you company until your folks get here,” she jumped up on the bed to sit beside him, never noticing Tristan scoot away from her. “How long do you have to wear the bandages?”

“Until the swelling goes down and the doctors can tell if I need to have surgery,” he shrugged.

“So you could be blind, huh?”

Hearing the one thought he had been avoiding voiced drove a spike of fear straight through Tristan’s heart. “Yeah,” he muttered.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Tristan felt the bed shift when she jumped off and heard her moving about the room. He was desperately wishing Amara would hurry up and get back.

Tea noticed Tristan’s still open duffel bag sitting on the sofa. Glancing over her shoulder at the brunet, she began to poke around inside. Yugi had told her Joey had stayed with Tristan at the hospital and she couldn’t help but wonder how disgusting with each other they had been. She was certain they had been going at each other in that perverted way. She shuddered, telling herself how disgusting it was.

She kept glancing at Tristan as she snooped then grinned, realizing if she was quiet in her snooping and kept talking, he’d have no clue as to what she was doing. She found Tristan’s wallet and couldn’t resist looking inside. She wondered if he kept a condom inside it. Why would he bother?

“So who’s driving you home?” she asked absently thumbing through the contents of his wallet, her voice laced with false cheerfulness.

“That would be me.”

Tea spun around to see a furious Amara standing in the doorway, glaring at her. She paled when she realized what she was holding. Amara walked across the room, took the wallet from Tea’s shaking hands, returning it to the bag.

“I got your medications, handsome, but Dr. Ersoy wants to see you before you leave. I’ll go tell him you’re ready, he’s just down the hallway and then we can get you back out into the real world.”

Amara’s voice was for Tristan’s benefit, upbeat and cheerful. The cold, hate filled look on her face was for Tea, making the other girl’s blood run cold. She gripped the brunette’s arm painfully hard, pulling her towards the door.

“You better tell him you’re leaving and make it convincing,” the furious red head hissed.

“Um, Tristan... it’s time for my appointment, so I’ll see you at school later on, okay? Bye.”

“Sure, Tea. Bye.” Tristan heard the quaver in Tea’s voice but thought nothing of it. He was simply glad she was gone.

Amara drug Tea a few doors down from Tristan’s room then twisted the girl’s arm up behind her back, shoving her face first against the wall.

“I warned you, bitch,” she growled. “I told you, if you mess with them, I would make you regret it,” she tightened her hold on Tea’s arm, making the brunette whimper. “Just why the hell were you going through Tristan’s wallet?”

“I don’t know,” she whined. “I was just.... curious.”

Amara shoved her a little harder into the wall. “Be curious somewhere else, about someone else. This is it, next time I’ll beat the living fucking shit out of you,” she stepped back, pulling Tea off the wall then shoved her forward. “That’s it. Last warning,” Amara turned her back on the stunned girl and went back into Tristan’s room to find Dr. Ersoy was inside talking to the teen.

“Well, Tristan, it looks like you are ready to go. Just remember to make all of your appointments, take you medications as instructed, and you should do fine,” Dr. Ersoy gave Tristan’s arm an encouraging squeeze and left the two teens alone.

“Let’s get you home, handsome,” Amara zipped Tristan’s bag closed and shouldered it, grunting under the weight.

Hearing Amara’s grunt, Tristan took the bag from her, shouldering it himself. “I can’t see, little girl, but the arms work fine,” he grinned down at her.

“Yes, they do,” she gave his right bicep a squeeze and giggled like a stereotypical beach bunny when he flexed it.

“Let’s go home, cutie,” Tristan held his arm out for her, and the pair left the hospital with matching grins.

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Mokuba burst through the front door of the mansion waving a paper above his head. “I got the highest grade in class!” he shouted and ran into Seto’s office without bothering to knock. “I got a perfect score plus fifty bonus points for having interviewed an actual person!” he slapped the paper down on his brother’s desk. “Can we go to the arcade to celebrate?”

“Why should we do that?” Seto speed read the essay laying on his desk, making it look as if he barely glanced at it. He was very impressed with his little brother’s work. “You waited until the last minute to do this. If you had taken more time, you would have had a better grade.”

Mokuba frowned. “I got the highest grade possible; no one else even got a perfect score, never mind the maximum amount of bonus points.”

“And you think this warrants a trip to the arcade?” Seto had to fight the urge to laugh out loud at the expression on his little brother’s face. He decided to ease up just a bit and smirked at the raven haired boy.

“You jerk!”

“That’s the way you say ‘thank you’ to me?”

Mokuba briefly shook his head at his brother’s teasing, before pouncing on him, sending the chair tilting back far enough to make the young CEO windmill his arms to keep it from falling over backwards. He returned Mokuba’s enthusiastic hug once he was certain they weren’t going to end up in the floor on their backs with their legs sticking up in the air. “We can go after dinner, as long as Tristan is settled.”

“You think he’ll want to come too?”

“You can ask him at dinner.”

Mokuba grinned and jumped backwards out of his brother’s lap, sending the desk chair teetering again. “I’ll ask him at dinner!” he shot out of the room, grabbing up his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder without missing a step.

Seto brought his chair back under control and stared wide eyed after his brother, wishing he could tap into that endless source of energy as Mokuba thundered up the stairs.

Tristan was sitting on his bed when he heard Mokuba race by. He had spent the better part of the day getting to know his room by feel and memory. He had skipped lunch, wanting to be able to move about his room without worrying about crashing into the furniture, and had barely picked at the hospital cafeteria’s idea of breakfast. He was starving and dinner was still several hours away. He wasn’t going to wait around for someone to come up lead him down.

He moved to the end of his bed then with hand held in front of him, walked confidently towards the door to his room, counting his steps. He grinned when his fingers brushed the door on the exact number. He quickly found the doorknob and made his way into the hall.

“Okay, stairs to the left, down them into the foyer, around the banister into the living room. No problem, I can do this,” he took a deep breath. “Should be about twenty-five steps to the stairs.” Tristan started walking carefully, counting each step.

Amara came into the foyer and just happened to glance up the stairs. “Tristan! Stop!”

Tristan stopped mid-step. “What?”

“Two more steps and you would have come down the hard way,” she hurried up to show the brunet how close he was to the edge.

“Amara, I’m not going to be dependant on anyone. I’m used to........ making my own way.”

“Okay, I can respect that, but at first, you’re going to need some help,” she took his arm and turned him around. “Now find your room and I’ll help you with learning what you need to, to get downstairs.”

Tristan nodded and led the red head back to his room without mishap. She could see the pride he felt from his little demonstration.

“I’m guessing you have your rooms down good?”

Amara was amazed how Tristan could pull off such a smug look with the upper half his face bandaged. “Oookkkaayyyy, stupid question,” for once Amara was glad her voice was so expressive. “Onto the rest of the house. Let’s find the stairs.”

Tristan spun around, clacking his boot heels together. “Yes, Ma’am,” he saluted.

Amara chuckled. “Okay, you got to the steps without hitting the furniture in the hall, so that’s good. I’m going to the head of the stairs and will stop you from going off. You walk normally and count,” she turned and took her position. “Go.”

Tristan walked confidently with his hand held to the side, low to touch the banister. Amara moved over so he would brush her first. He touched her arm and stopped.

“Seventeen steps,” he said.

“Now step out one more time to see how far it is for the top of the stairs.”

Tristan did. “Not quite a full step.”

Amara nodded. “Good. Now, for going down.” Tristan started to step off the top landing only to be stopped. “Handsome, hold up. You can’t just go busting down.”

“I can manage steps,” Tristan frowned.

“Okay, hold onto the banister, but keep your main weight on the foot at the top and step off. Just be careful.”

Tristan nodded and carefully stepped out. Amara held her breath as she watched; it was obvious he was going to miss and only hit the edge of the step with the heel of his boot. He jerked back when it happened and stood still, tightly gripping the banister.

“When you start to go down, place your heel against the back of the step above and slid your foot down until you’re firmly standing on the step,” Amara kept her voice even, hoping Tristan wouldn’t detect the fear she had felt moments before.

He nodded and followed her instructions. When they reached the bottom, Tristan stopped and grinned in Amara’s general direction. The red head smiled back in return.

“Now, handsome, find the living room. It’s to the left.”

“If I remember right, there’s a table on the right in the hallway,” Tristan took a large step over and started towards the living room, holding one hand out at waist height. The other he trailed along the wall, feeling for the doorway leading into the room. Tristan reached the doorway grinning triumphantly.

“Now what?” he asked the equally pleased red head.

“We go to the kitchen to eat. I’m famished.”

Tristan nodded. “Across the living room, through the back doorway, turn right, go down the long ass hallway, and first door on the left.”

Amara chuckled. “Lead on, handsome.”

Tristan negotiated the twists and turns of the back hallways of the mansion flawlessly. He stopped in the kitchen doorway and thought about the room’s layout before going in. He made his way over to the island bar and sat down resting his arms on the counter, and banged his shin on the foot rest that ran the length of the bar when he turned his legs in.

“That’ll bruise, again,” Amara chuckled.

“Guess I can’t blame THAT on not being able to see,” Tristan grinned sheepishly, rubbing the developing bruise on his leg. “I did that all the time when I could see.”

“What sounds good to you, handsome?”

“Anything, as long as it’s not served on plastic, eaten with plastic, or wrapped plastic.”

Amara blinked at him. “Have an aversion to synthetics?”

“Only when it comes to my food.... now.”

Amara shrugged and bent over to look into the refrigerator. “How about some lasagna?” she asked peeking under the foil covering of a dish. “Sorry,” she wrinkled her nose. “It’s growing blue fur.”

“Save it for Joey.”

“I don’t think even he’d eat this,” she wasn’t exactly sure if Tristan was joking or not.

“Wanna bet?”

“No, I’d probably lose,” she set the dish on the counter to empty later. “Bingo! Chicken parmesan from two nights ago,” she peeked under the foil. “Fur free too.”

“Sold!” Tristan grinned.

Fifteen minutes later Tristan’s mouth was watering as if he hadn’t eaten in a month.

“Here ya go, handsome,” Amara set a steaming plate in front of the near drooling teen. “Think of a clock, your chicken is at twelve, pasta at three, green beans at six, and stuffed mushrooms at nine. Your soda is at two, roll at eleven, and napkin with fork and knife to the right,” Amara sat down with her plate next to him. “Dig in.”

Tristan picked up his utensils, ready to eat the first decent meal he’d had since his accident. He stopped, suddenly realizing something. “Amara?”

“Hmm?” the red head poked around in her salad, her mind wandering.

“Thanks.”

She looked up surprised. “What for?”

“You’ve done a lot for me since... I blew up my bike, and you never once pitied me or made me feel helpless. I mean none of you guys really did, but you treated me like nothing really happened to me, you know? It means a lot to me you doing that,” Tristan nervously poked at his meal. “I just wanted you to know that.”

Amara felt tears stinging her eyes at Tristan’s heartfelt words. She didn’t really trust her voice to say what she wanted to, so she decided to keep it simple. “I’d do anything for my family. Never had a brother before; now I got two.”

She reached out and placed her hand in Tristan’s. He smiled, giving it a quick squeeze before taking a bite of his pasta. “Gods, it’s great to be home,” he said.

Amara nodded, making a sound of agreement as a tear slipped down her face.

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Tristan reached over and pressed the button on the clock radio Seto had made for him. The electronic voice informed him it was 11:26 pm. He sighed and rolled over, wishing he could escape his boredom with the oblivion of sleep. Knowing sleep was long in coming, he let his mind drift.

The day hadn’t been all that bad; in fact it had been pretty good considering he couldn’t see. He smirked, thinking about how he had freaked everyone out at dinner. He had walked into the dining room and taken a seat without incident, and once told where his food was positioned on his plate; he had freaked his friends again by making less mess eating that Joey, who had been true to form, hitting the gravy boat with his elbow, again.

At the mall, he had the singed parts of his hair trimmed out, and decided he could live with a shortened fin for a few weeks. He had missed not being able to challenge Joey to their favorite games, but all in all, it hadn’t been bad. It had felt good to get out.

He flopped over onto his back again, sticking one arm under his head with the other resting on his bare chest. He wished Joey was with him. He had insisted the blond sleep in his own room tonight. Joey had been at the hospital with him continuously, and Tristan knew he hadn’t slept comfortably if at all. He wanted Joey to get a decent night’s sleep, but the quiet and endless darkness made his room feel so lonely and foreboding.

Endless darkness. Tristan allowed himself to think about the one thing he had been avoiding since he woke up in the hospital, what if he never got his sight back. He couldn’t stop the involuntary shudder that ran through his body. He knew finishing school would be no problem; Seto had tutors lined up, ready to start Monday morning. He would still graduate on time with his friends. A job wouldn’t be a problem either, there were plenty of careers he could go to college and train for.

He rolled over and clutched his pillow tightly to his chest. He’d have to give up his dream of owning and operating a custom build bike shop. He had wanted to build bikes for years. Can’t see, can’t build. He’d also have to give up riding his bike too. And driving. Least he wouldn’t have to give up riding horses. Shooting pool was gone. He sighed; he could live without those things. What he didn’t think he could live without was seeing Joey’s face, most especially when the blond woke up in the morning.

Joey looked so beautiful then. The morning light shining in his golden hair, his eyes half lidded, darker than normal, and still sleepy. Tristan choked back a sob. He’d never again see the joy on Joey’s face when they made love to each other. The blond was so expressive. Tristan could always tell how much pleasure he was giving Joey just by the look on his face.... and now it was gone.

Tristan wondered briefly how Joey would react now if he was to confess his love to the blond. Who was he kidding? He wouldn’t be able to offer Joey anything now. He was blind, crippled, exactly what his father had called him. Joey would be better off without him, than having to do the things for him he no longer would be able to do for himself.

He couldn’t hold back any longer; Tristan buried his face into his pillow and sobbed.

Yami and Yugi were passing Tristan’s room, heading to the kitchen to soothe a sudden ice cream craving. Yami paused, tilting his head towards the brunet’s door.

“Yami, something wrong?”

“I am not sure, aibou. But I believe Tristan is crying.”

Yugi frowned. “He shouldn’t be doing that. The doctor said it’s not good for his eyes right now.”

“Let us go in and see,” Yami quietly opened the door.

The sight before them nearly shattered the two duelists’ hearts. Yami walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to place a gentle hand on Tristan’s shoulder.

Tristan bolted upright, throwing his arm out to knock off Yami’s hand. Luckily, the spirit was much faster and ducked the blow.

“It’s okay, Tristan! It’s just me and Yami,” Yugi moved closer, keeping out of Tristan’s reach until the brunet calmed.

“We are sorry for frightening you, my friend. We were concerned.”

“It’s okay,” Tristan settled back onto his bed, wiping at his face. “I’ve gotten kinda jumpy since I can’t see.”

“That’s understandable,” Yugi hopped up on the bed and scooted into Tristan’s lap, wrapping the brunet in a hug.

Tristan pulled Yugi close, nuzzling into his hair. Light and dark exchanged worried glances.

“Why were you crying, Tristan?” Yugi asked.

He said nothing, tightening his hold on his small friend.

“We do not mean to pry, Tristan. We only wish to help.”

Right now, Tristan wanted, needed, someone close to him and the sincerity in Yami’s voice was too strong for him to resist. “I...I told Joey to get some decent sleep tonight and the quiet and...... t-the darkness got to me I guess.”

“Go on,” Yami gently prodded.

“I started thinking about all the things I’ll have to give up if,” his voice dropped to a near whisper. “I can’t see again.”

“You don’t know that for sure, Tristan,” Yugi snuggled closer to the brunet. “Not even the doctors know that yet.”

“I know, Yugi, but it’s a strong possibility. I-I can’t keep avoiding it.”

Yami knew there was a great deal more troubling Tristan from the way the brunet was acting, and he had a strong suspicion what it was. “Tristan, what else are you afraid of losing, other than your sight?”

Tristan choked back a sob. “I’ll lose Joey.”

“You’ll never lose him, Tristan. Joey loves you more than he thought he could ever love someone else.”

“I love him too, Yugi,” Tristan fought to keep his voice steady. “But what can I offer him now? I may never see again. I can’t protect him form those creeps when they try to jump him. I can’t work, and give him a decent life. He’d be better off with someone who isn’t crippled.”

“Tristan, none of us see you as a cripple. You know we don’t,” Yugi blinked fast to keep his own tears in check.

Yami moved in behind Tristan, hugging him around the waist. “Your fears are understandable, Tristan, but do not lose hope. The doctors cannot determine anything further until the swelling in your eyes goes down,” he kissed the side of Tristan’s neck, giving the brunet the comfort he needed. “You still have hope.”

Tristan leaned into the spirit’s embrace, longing to give himself up to Yami’s gentleness. Yugi placed a soft kiss in the center of Tristan’s chest then another to the side, over his heart.

“Tristan, you’re still you. You’re still handsome, sexy, and the friend we love,” Yugi kissed the hollow of Tristan’s throat. “Nothing will ever change how any of us feel about you.”

“I have so much to lose,” Tristan said softly.

“You haven’t lost anything yet,” Yami brushed his lips over Tristan’s earlobe, barely flicking the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue.

Tristan couldn’t resist the gentle loving actions of the King of Games and his light; he didn’t want to. He wanted to lose himself in the comfort of his friends. He brought his hands around to open the buckles of Yugi’s shirt.

“I can’t see to open them,” he said becoming frustrated.

“Slowly,” Yami took Tristan’s callused hands in his and guided his fingers to open the buckle. “You have done this many times.”

Tristan moved his hands to the next buckle, opening it, and growing more confident with each one. He slipped the leather from the small body, tossing it to the floor. He nuzzled Yugi’s hair, running his hands over his back.

Yami stripped off his shirt and pressed against Tristan’s back, running his hands over the brunet’s chest, brushing his hardening nipples. “Love doesn’t need eyes to be felt, Tristan,” he peppered kisses across broad shoulders. “Only a heart.”

Gentle hands eased Tristan back onto the bed before sliding his boxers off. Yugi scooted off Tristan’s stomach, and the brunet felt the bed shift as light and dark stood. He heard the creak of tight leather being rapidly removed. The bed shifted again as Yugi’s small body pressed against his and he pulled the smaller teen up onto his chest.

Yugi kissed over Tristan’s chest, flicking his tongue over a sensitive nipple before suckling it. Tristan moaned, pushing up into the sensation. He caressed Tristan’s arms and shoulders as he kissed him, letting the brunet know he was there in every way he could.

Yami sat on the edge of the bed watching his light love their friend. He could tell Tristan was unsure of himself without his sight. The brunet’s usual fluid and knowing movements on Yugi’s body were hesitant, as if Tristan was afraid to explore his lover. He firmly placed a hand on Tristan’s arm, trailing up to his shoulder. Yami placed a kiss next to his hand, moving farther up to Tristan’s neck.

“Tristan, you know my light’s body,” he nipped gently at Tristan earlobe. “You know where to touch.”

Tristan thought about what Yami said as the former ruler moved down to join his light in worshiping Tristan’s body. He brought one hand up to caresses the back of Yugi’s head while moving lower with his other. When Yugi whimpered, he knew he had found the right place. Feeling the shudders and twitches of muscle beneath his fingers bolstered his confidence.

{Give me that bottle of lube.}

Yami chuckled at his light’s demanding tone as he placed the bottle in his hand. Yugi grabbed Yami by the wrist, pulling him in for a fiery kiss.

{{Eager, Aibou?}}

{Shut up and kiss me!}

Tristan heard Yugi moan and instantly knew the small duelist was aroused almost beyond his control. He heard the snap of the bottle’s cap and felt the cool gel pour onto his fingers.

“Please, Tristan. I want to feel you inside me,” Yugi murmured.

Tristan shifted, easing Yugi down beside him. He lowered his face, wanting to kiss his small lover, but hesitated, not wanting to unintentionally hurt him if his aim was off.

Yugi reached up with one hand, pulling Tristan down and kissed him soundly. With his other, he grasped Tristan’s forearm, bringing it forward to lay his gel coated hand on his thigh.

{{Good thinking, Aibou.}} Yami chuckled, feeling Yugi shrug through their mind link.

Tristan moved his hand up and gave Yugi’s erection a few slow firm strokes before gently massaging his globes. The small duelist broke the kiss, throwing his head back and moaning loudly, his fingers digging into Tristan’s shoulders tightly. He felt the weight on the bed shift and when he felt hair brush his arm, he knew Yami was preparing to drive his light insane. Smirking, he circled one slick finger over Yugi’s opening then slowly pushed inside the small body and at the same time felt Yami’s hair brush lower on his arm as the former ruler swallowed his light’s erection.

The cry of pleasure tore from Yugi’s lips was muffled by Tristan, kissing him deeply.

(Oh! Gods! Tristan more!!}

{{Tristan does not have a mind link with you, aibou, but I shall be happy to comply.}}Yami chuckled mentally as he swallowed around his love’s length.

Yugi’s quiet whimper turned into a loud throaty moan.

Tristan grinned, slipping in a second finger. He didn’t think it was possible for someone to arch their back that high. Just as Yugi began to ease back down, Tristan pushed deep into his body, hitting Yugi’s prostate head on. Yugi screamed and shot back up, pushing his shaft down his dark’s throat.

Yami hummed around his love’s length, mentally smirking at the incoherent thoughts coming from his light.

Yugi wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Tristan continually brushed his prostate while Yami tortured him with tongue, lips, and teeth. “Would you stop this and fuck me already?!” he groaned, writhing and fisting the sheets.

“I’m not done yet, Yugi,” Tristan slid in another digit and bent down, wanting to kiss the angelic form beneath him but stopped.

Yami’s heart went out to Tristan when he saw the brunet hesitate. {{Yugi, Tristan needs your reassurance.}}

Yugi pulled his thoughts together enough to pull Tristan down and claim his lips. The brunet quickly took control, deepening the kiss, making the smaller whimper in need.

Yami released Yugi’s rigid shaft with a soft pop to gently push Tristan onto his back. “We are here for you, my friend,” he murmured, kissing Tristan’s neck and cheek. {{Aibou......}}

Yugi swung his leg over to straddle Tristan’s waist, positioning himself. He whimpered as he slid down onto Tristan’s length, not stopping until the brunet was buried deep inside. Yugi clung to Tristan’s arms, waiting to adjust, breathing deeply, and shuddering in anticipation.

Tristan caressed Yugi’s sides, moaning softly as Yami teased his hardened nipples with his tongue.

Yami moved down to flick his tongue in Tristan’s navel. {{Now, little one.}}

Yugi began to slowly rock against Tristan.

Yugi felt so good, so hot, gripping his length so tightly; Tristan began to lose himself in the motions of loving his friend, all of his fears momentarily forgotten. He felt Yami’s hand gliding over his hip and around his thigh. Yugi began to push harder, taking him in deeper. It wasn’t enough; he needed more and thrust up. As Tristan’s body connected with Yugi’s, a slick finger pushed firmly into him.

Light and dark soon had the brunet writhing and begging for release. The duo were skillful in bringing their partner to the edge only to back off, denying him release but keeping him in need.

Yami positioned himself behind Yugi, waiting only a few seconds before sliding easily into Tristan’s heat and matching his movements with those of his light. Both lightly caressed Tristan’s body as they loved him, keeping constant contact to reassure their friend.

Tristan thrust up meeting the two duelists and was soon lost in the sensations. He felt loved and wanted; two things he feared he would never feel again because of his accident. He sobbed with the overwhelming emotions he was feeling; strongest of them all was relief that his lovers still desired him.

{Yami?} Yugi’s mental voice expressed his concern over Tristan’s crying.

{{He is fine, aibou. He has come to realize what we wanted to show him.}} Yami reached around Yugi, grasping his dripping length and stroking hard. {{How beautiful you look, my light.}}

Yugi moaned at the feelings pouring out from his yami. He was so close to release. He began to pound on Tristan, angling so his prostrate was constantly struck. {Y-Yami....}

{{Let go, little one.}} Yami increased his thrusts, aiming with deadly accuracy to make Tristan see stars.

“Gods! Yami! Yugi!!” Tristan’s hands were white knuckled gripping the sheets.

Yami leaned forward to nip Yugi’s neck and at the same time he gave the base of Yugi’s shaft a gentle squeeze. The diminutive duelist clenched his eyes and cried out, spurting his release over his yami’s hand.

Tristan felt Yugi’s muscles clench around him, sending him over the edge into bliss, taking Yami with him.

Yami gently eased his unconscious light down beside Tristan, spooning in behind the brunet. He smiled when he saw Tristan pull the small body close, wrapping Yugi securely in his arms.

“Thank you, Yami,” Tristan murmured sleepily.

“You are welcome, Tristan. Goodnight,” the former ruler sighed deeply, content with his afterlife.

Tristan lay quietly, listening as Yami’s breathing evened out. He felt.... healed by what his friends had done for him. Their simple act of love had reassured him more than an entire team of doctors could have. He drifted off to sleep thinking of Joey and the future life he wanted to have with the blond, blind or not.

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Otogi stood in the middle of one of the many hallways of the Kaiba mansion, hands on his hips and muttering to himself.

“The man lives in a house as big as a damn mall. The least he could do is install those directory boards. Right now I could really use a ‘You are here’,” he walked down a few doors and stopped again. “Directional arrows would be nice, Kaiba, you prick. That way the damn search party could find me before I die. Here lies Otogi, the poor fucker who got lost going from the kitchen to his bedroom and died because Kaiba is a rich ass jerk too damn cheap to put up road signs in his damned house bigger than most third world countries,” he came to the end of the hallway, only to see more hallway stretching to the left and right. “Oh joy, an intersection. I’m going to end up an item on some scavenger hunt list a hundred years from now. Item six, dried up mummy of once sexy game inventor.”

Otogi tossed a die in the air and turned right. He wandered down the hallway and stopped outside a set of twin doors. He tilted his head towards them, frowning. Someone was crying inside. He silently stepped inside.

“Library, cool. I won’t die of boredom.”

The crying was louder, coming from the sofa in front of the fireplace. Otogi moved closer and was surprised to see Joey sitting on the floor, back propped against the sofa, crying and hugging a pillow.

“Joey?” he said softly.

The blond jumped up, spinning around. “Otogi! What the fuck are you doing!”

“Trying to find my way back to my room after grabbing a snack,” Otogi circled around and sat down. “Why are you sitting in Seto’s library crying?”

Joey’s first instinct was to deny he had been crying. But he decided to go with his second. Otogi found himself with an armful of sobbing blond.

“Joey, what’s wrong?” he murmured, rubbing Joey’s back. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

The blond sat up. “It’s Tristan,” he sniffed, wiping his eyes. “I love him, but if I tell him now, he’ll think it’s out of pity or something.”

The raven haired dice master wasn’t in the least bit surprised. “Joey, just tell him. He might think that for all of three seconds then he’ll know it’s not like that.”

Joey shook his head. “I waited too damn long,” he rubbed at the tears streaks on his cheeks. “He’ll think it’s pity, in the back of his mind, he will. Either that or he’ll think he’s not good enough for me now. Why did I wait!?”

Otogi sighed and continued to comfort the blond. Joey was right on both counts. They all knew Tristan well enough to know that was exactly what the independent brunet would think.

“Joey, it’ll work out. As much as you two guys love each other, it has to.”

“I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No, you’re not. You’re just a guy like the rest of us with the same insecurities about having your heart broken,” he kissed the top of Joey’s head, rubbing his cheek against the silken softness.

Joey closed his eyes, leaning into the dice master with a sigh. Otogi tilted Joey’s face up, claiming his lips in a gentle kiss.

“It will work out, Joey,” he murmured.

“Help me believe that.”

The pleading desperation in Joey’s voice broke Otogi’s heart. He ran his fingers through Joey’s hair. “I’ll do what I can, but you HAVE to talk to Tristan.”

Joey nodded briefly then leaned into Otogi’s touch, eyes closed, sighing deeply.

Otogi took Joey’s face in his hands, kissing him softly. He continued scattering kisses over the blond’s face while slipping his hands under Joey’s t-shirt to caress his stomach and back. He pulled back long enough to pull the shirt over Joey’s head then began to nip at his collarbone.

The blond whimpered lightly and fumbled with the belt of Otogi’s robe. The dice master pushed Joey’s hands aside to open his robe himself, shrugging it off his shoulders. Joey was gently eased back onto the plush carpeting with Otogi moving his lips over his chest. Agile fingers opened the button of Joey’s jeans, sneaking inside to stroke his hardened arousal.

Joey thrust up into Otogi’s hand, moaning when his raven haired lover took a nipple into his mouth. “Gods, Otogi.”

Otogi quickly divested Joey of his pants and boxers. “You are so gorgeous, Joey,” he softly said, running his hands up Joey’s trim legs.

He grasped Joey’s hips and leaned down, taking his length into his mouth, sucking hard.

Joey’s fingers gripped Otogi’s raven locks relentlessly. “Yes...... gods, so good!”

Otogi, deep throated Joey, growling softly. Joey shuddered, violently, thrusting up. Otogi smirked, twirling his tongue around the throbbing shaft.

“Please!” Joey was writhing in pleasure.

Humming loudly, Otogi lightly caressed Joey’s thighs before firmly palming his globes. With a strangled cry, Joey spilled his essence into Otogi’s waiting mouth.

Through a pleasure filled haze, Joey pulled his dark haired lover up and kissed him desperately. He whimpered, tasting himself on the other’s tongue.

“Easy, Joey. I’m not going anywhere,” Otogi pulled back, scattering kisses over Joey’s chest. “Anything for lube in here?”

“Drawer,” Joey pointed a shaky hand towards the nearest end table.

Otogi quickly found the tube and coated his fingers. Joey groaned when a slick digit invaded his body. Otogi rubbed his stomach in small soothing circles as he prepared him as gently as he could. When Joey began to push down onto his hand, panting heavily, Otogi knew the blond was ready.

He positioned himself at Joey’s entrance then leaned down, kissing him tenderly as he pressed inside the blond’s channel. He waited until the discomfort faded from Joey’s face before moving.

Joey reached up to clumsily brush Otogi’s face with shaky fingers. He moaned loudly when his emerald eyed lover brushed against his nerve bundle.

Otogi pulled out, thrusting back in slightly faster. “You feel so good.”

Joey’s hips rose to meet Otogi’s, causing his reawakened arousal to bump into the dice master’s stomach. Both teens shivered at the pleasant sensation. Otogi pressed deeper and harder into the blond, wringing a cry of joy from him.

“That’s it, baby. Let it out,” he grinned.

Their rhythm increased. Joey wrapped his arms and legs around Otogi trying to pull their bodies closer. The raven haired dice master began to pound into the blond, slamming into his prostate with each stroke. Joey was quickly reduced to moaning in pleasure.

Otogi grasped Joey’s erection. “Come for me, baby,” Joey’s body tightened around him.

“OTOGI!” Joey ached up as his climax slammed into him.

After a few stabbing thrusts, Otogi moaned, releasing inside the still thrashing body beneath him. They lay quietly together until they had calmed from their exertion. Otogi brought Joey into an embrace, holding him close. The blond snuggled into his chest and was soon sound asleep.

“It’ll be alright, baby,” Otogi whispered. “It has to be.”

For some reason, the dice master felt a bit of doubt in his own words.

TBC

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