I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, nor Armor-All leather protectant.


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 DESCRIPTIVE MENTION OF ABUSE AND RAPE**

“Indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 26


Joey drew his fist back, ready to pound on Tristan’s bedroom door and hopefully wake the sound sleeping brunet. He barely stopped himself from whacking his best friend in the face when Tristan suddenly pulled the door open.

“You weren’t going to punch me in the face, were you, Joey?” he grinned.

Joey was momentarily stunned. “Pretty damned cheeky for a guy who can’t see, ain’t ya?” He immediately wished he could take those words and shove them back into his big mouth.

“Well, at least I got my pants zipped up.” Joey gasped, looking down. He glared up at the brunet when he heard a poorly muffled snicker. “Let’s go eat, babe. I’m starved.”

Joey couldn’t help but smile, if Tristan had a good attitude about what had happened, why shouldn’t he? “Okay, I’m always up for food, but you know, most guys wouldn’t be so damned cocky not being able to see.”

“I’m not like most guys... I’m better.”

“Got that right.”

“I would have to agree as well.”

The two friends turned as Yami and Yugi came up to them. The shorter sporting a slight limp.

“Didn’t expect you guys to be up so early,” Tristan smirked.

“We wouldn’t be if Ryou could keep it down to a low roar,” Yugi griped, stifling a yawn.

“He wasn’t loud enough to suit me,” Bakura stepped out of his room, followed by his very red faced hikari.

“What were you doing to him, tomb robber?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

No one missed the leer Bakura gave Yami, nor the thoughtful look on the former Pharaoh’s face.

“Well, you guys can get all the freaky you want later. I’m hungry,” Tristan started down the hall, walking normally and counting, knowing he was once again freaking out his friends. He stopped at the head of the stairs, grinning back at them. “You guys coming or what?”

He tilted his head to the left, listening while his friends came down the hall.

“What’s up?” Joey asked.

“Somebody’s having fun,” Tristan grinned. As if on cue, a high pitched giggle came from within the room, followed by Seto’s deeper laugh.

“Sounds like two somebodies having fun to me.”

Tristan and Bakura were the only ones not to jump at the sound of Mokuba’s voice, having heard the boy come up the hall. They all looked one to the other when Otogi got an evil grin. He reached out and rapped loudly on the door. It was all they could do not to laugh at the sounds of scrambling inside. Grinning, he rapped again.

The door was quickly opened by a very disheveled looking Amara. “Whatcha need, guys?” she asked breathlessly, her face flushed.

To everyone’s surprise Ryou spoke up. “I was wondering if I could possible speak with Seto, that is if he isn’t otherwise occupied.”

Yugi buried his face in Joey’s back to keep from laughing out loud.

“He’s a little... tied up at the moment. He’ll see you in a little while at breakfast. You can talk to him then,” Amara quickly shut the door.

Bakura slowly counted to five then rapped on the door. It flew open again, with a slightly irritated Amara standing there.

“Would you like for us to take Kira down and feed her, little sister?”

“Sure,” she started to close the door.

“Mara, want us to get her dressed too?” Joey asked.

Mokuba buried his face in Tristan’s side, and Yugi was hanging onto Joey’s belt. It was the only thing keeping the short teen up off the floor.

“Yes,” Amara made to close the door again.

“You want to come pick out an outfit for her real quick?” Tristan grinned.

Ryou was red in the face from trying not to laugh, and he had tears running down his cheeks.

Amara opened the door a bit wider. “No, pick out whatever you want.”

Tristan picked up on the frustration in the red head’s voice. “It’ll only take a second, little girl.”

Amara stuck her head out the door. “You guys do it, I’m kinda right in the middle of something,” she pulled her head back and tried to quickly shut the door.

“It’s early morning, what can you possibly be in the middle of at this hour?” Bakura couldn’t help but snicker, earning him a jab in the ribs from Otogi at the completely innocent look on Yami’s face.

Amara grinned. “Seto,” she said breathlessly, shutting the door with a slam.

“This is too much fun,” Joey said, raising his hand. “It should be illegal.” He rapped again.

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Amara leaned against the door, smiling seductively at Seto lying naked on the bed. She slowly walked forward, making a show of slipping her robe from her shoulders and letting it slid down her arms.

With his head resting on his clasped hands, Seto smiled appreciatively. His eyes roaming over Amara’s slender form as it was slowly revealed.

“Now, where were we?” Amara placed a knee on the end of the bed and leaned over, running her hands up Seto’s legs. “Right abo...” Another knock sounded at the door. She dropped her head and groaned.

Seto couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face. “They’re not going to stop.”

Amara pulled on her robe. “Oh, I think I can change their minds,” she growled, grabbing something off Seto’s desk and headed determinedly to the door. She yanked it open with a vengeance.

The only thing the group gathered in the hallway saw come out the door was Amara’s white knuckled fist clutching a pen. The pen seemed to move on it’s on accord, pointing from one person to the next.

“I have Seto naked, on my bed, hard as brick, and you are preventing me from taking full advantage of that. The next person to knock on this door, for any reason, other than my daughter dying, will die. Slowly. Painfully. I will stab you in the heart with this pen then drag your dying carcass downstairs and finish the job with a broken toothpick.”

“Well...” Joey started to speak but stopped short when the pen zeroed in on him.

“Not for any reason!”

Bakura coughed and found himself looking down the tip of Amara’s weapon of choice.

“Got it!?”

They gave a collective sigh of relief when the door began to close, only to gasp when the fist supported pen came back out briefly, pointing to each of them again.

“Think we should try again?” Yugi asked once the door was securely closed.

“No,” Bakura turned to head down the stairs. “I’m psychotic, not stupid.”

“I’ll get Kira,” Otogi offered.

“Don’t let her cry,” Tristan called after him. “If she does, Amara may just kill us all for the principle of the matter.

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Grinning, Amara turned back to the bed. “Problem solved,” she nearly tore her robe off, flinging it to one side. “Back to the business at hand,” she walked over to the desk and held up a ruler, smirking.

“You are not seriously....”

Amara nodded as she climbed back onto the bed. Seto couldn’t help but laugh when she laid the ruler beside his erection.

“Be still,” she scolded. “You keep moving down here.” She grinned up at him and tossed the ruler in the floor. “Want to know?”

“Not particularly, I’ve never had any complaints.”

“Well, then tell me, is over nine inches impressive?”

“For that answer you need to ask whoever is on the receiving end,” Seto grinned, pulling her down and kissing her deeply.

“I guess I’m on the receiving end now, huh?”

“Looks that way.” Seto ran his hands down her back to cup her behind, gently shoving her forward.

Amara’s surprised squeak turned into a lusty moan when her lover took one pink nipple into his mouth. “No complaints are EVER coming from me.”

Seto smirked as he worried his tongue over the captive bud, encouraged by the pleasured sounds coming from the girl above him.

A small whimper escaped Amara when the warmth of Seto’s mouth left her skin, the cooler air of the room causing her nipples to harden. She moaned softly as he nuzzled the valley between her breasts, and quickly complied when he lightly pushed down on her hips.

Seto licked and nipped his way up to Amara’s throat. He suckled hard at the spot at the base of her neck that held the tiny scar he had made earlier, leaving his mark anew. He glanced up and felt a stab of raw desire at the look of pure ecstasy on her face.

“Mine,” he murmured, kissing below her ear. “My love, my wife.... mine. I love you, Amara.”

There was something almost desperate in Seto’s voice that concerned Amara. “I am yours, dragon. From now until the end of time,” she kissed him tenderly, “I will always be yours.”

Seto held her close, turning them until Amara lay beneath him then scattered small kisses over her face and neck. Seto moved to lay fully atop her, his weight pressing her into the bed. He brought his lips down to hers, tenderly asking for entrance which was readily given.

Amara brought her hands to his shoulders, needing to bring them closer. Seto’s hands cupped her face as their tongues entwined. Amara lost herself in the kiss and ran her fingers through his cinnamon locks. She felt her heart beating in time with his and knew the love of this man was all she needed to be completely happy.

As Seto lay against her, his breath caressing her neck and shoulder, Amara let the fingers of one hand slowly move down his spine. She had to suppress a giggle when he pushed up against her hand, trying to encourage her to continue her exploration. His erection pressed into her thigh, hard and hot, with a promise of pleasure yet to come.

She shifted her hips and parted her legs, letting him settle between, his arousal now pushing against the core of her burning need. It felt as if she held an inferno in her arms, the heat from his body was so intense. Yet it was nothing compared to the fire burning within her; she pushed her hips into his, telling him exactly that.

Seto ground into her; letting her know his desire matched her own. He moaned when he felt the folds of her mound part and he slipped between the velvety folds.

Amara gave a long shuddering sigh as Seto’s length brushed over her sensitive nub. He began to slowly move along the wet valley, intentionally pressing firmly at her peak. Tiny tremors ran through Amara’s body and her fingers dug into Seto’s upper arms. Burning heat began to spread outward from that pleasured spot. Just when Amara felt as if she would explode, Seto ceased all movements to kiss her sweat damp face.

A groan of need and frustration came from Amara’s throat. He gazed down at what he would always consider to be the most beautiful sight in all of creation. He leaned down to lightly brush his lips against hers. “I love you,” he whispered as he slowly slid into her.

He moved in slow, full strokes that pressed deep into Amara’s heat. The fiery pressure continued to quickly build in the pit of her stomach, and she knew from the small but powerful shudders running through his body, Seto was feeling the same building of need she was.

Amara began to move her hips, meeting his every stroke. Working in perfect unison, they moved faster against each other. Neither wanted the moment to end. They were as close to becoming one being as mortals could ever be. Their moans blended together into one continuous sound of pleasure and their bodies moved as one. The need for release building within them both, until it could no longer be denied.

Amara arched up, her head pressing into the pillows, her mouth open in a silent scream as her inner muscles clenched on Seto’s shaft. She clung to him as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She began to slowly come down, only to be pushed back into those dizzying heights as Seto continued to move within her.

His breathing was shallow and ragged. His body began to shake as he held back the inevitable. Amara pushed up, hard, grinding into him with each thrust.

Seto’s hands fisted into the sheets as he lost all control. Gone were all thought of gentleness as he stabbed into her over and over. He thrust hard one final time, his entire body going stiff as he released, spurting his heat deep to mingle with hers.

Amara held him close, his body limp and still panting as tiny tremors ran through him. They lay quietly, relishing in the feel of one another as they calmed. Seto moved to the side, pulling Amara close. He inhaled deeply. In these moments when their scents mingled together, he could understand the primal drive of that overlooked sense.

She rest her head on his shoulder, feeling safe with Seto’s one arm curled possessively around her shoulders and the other resting on his chest so his fingers lightly touched her cheek. She snuggled into him, savoring his warmth and running her fingers lightly over his forearm.

Seto let himself float drowsily. The feel of Amara next to him and the light stroking of her fingers lulling him a peaceful state of mind he rarely reached. He sighed deeply, wishing it would never end then it did with shattering speed.

Amara’s fingers glided over the top of his wrist, yanking him away from his contentment. He bolted upright, jerking his arm away from her hand as if burned, holding his wrist to his chest.

“Seto?” Amara sat up, confused by his reaction. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he forced a smile to his face. “I’m fine.” He leaned over, kissing her gently. “We’d better get downstairs before they corrupt our daughter.”

Amara watched him head into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “You’ve been acting oddly ever since that nightmare, and it’s time to get to the bottom of it. I just wish I knew how.”

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“Look who’s up before noon and not even limping!”

Bakura’s crass remark pulled Amara from her thoughts as she walked into the living room. She picked up a biscotti from a tray and bit into it hard. Bakura couldn’t stop himself from wincing.

“Problems, brother?” Amara smirked.

“Better watch what goes in your mouth if you bite down that hard. You’ll only hurt yourself in the long run.”

Seeing the smug look on Bakura’s face, Amara wasn’t about to let that slide. “You better be nice to me, ‘kura,” she smiled a little too sweetly for the thief’s peace of mind. “Or I just might Armor-All that nice, smooth, leather seat on your bike.”

“That’s hitting below the belt, little sister,” he growled.

“Why’s that a threat?” Mokuba asked.

“Think about it for a second, sport,” Tristan grinned broadly. “You’re running down the road, wide open, and hit the brakes, if you’re seat’s all slick, what’s going to happen?”

Mokuba’s eyes slowly widened as realization dawned on him.

“You end up with your balls wrapped around the display gauges.” Bakura muttered, shifting as if remembering a past pain, and Ryou had his fist in his mouth trying hard not to laugh.

“You say that as if from past personal experience, brother,” Amara finished off her biscotti and reached for another. “You do it before?” Bakura glared, saying nothing. “I guess it’s a good thing those tight pants you wear separate certain body parts,” she bit into the second cookie with slightly less force than the first.

“Didn’t help,” the thief grumbled just loud enough for only his light and Mokuba to hear, causing them both to burst out laughing.

“What’s on the “to do” list for today, Mara?” Joey snickered at the looks Bakura was shooting his light and Mokuba, both of whom were prone.

“We’re getting whatever Tristan wants from his house and bringing it here,” she sat on the arm of the sofa beside said brunet.

“Look, Mara, I know Seto’s got tons of room, but I don’t want to impose. It’s just going to be a few things.”

“Tristan, you are welcome to bring as much as you want. You can stay here for as long as you want as well.”

All eyes turned to their host as he walked into the room. Amara noticed Seto’s posture wasn’t as relaxed as it had been before his nightmare, to be honest, it was rigid. His hands were tucked in close to his body, and his arm movements were quick, as if someone was going to strike him if he kept his hand extended for too long.

“Thanks, man. I do appreciate you letting me crash here until I find out about my eyes.”

“I said for as long as you want, Tristan,” Seto looked at him over the rim of his coffee cup. “I doubt you enjoy living with your parents and if you want to move out completely, this is the perfect time for you to do so.”

Tristan was speechless. After several moments, he opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted when the doorbell sounded.

Seto and Amara reached the foyer as Andrew was showing the Ishtars inside. Malik set two large suitcases by the door and tried to hide his obvious joy at being there.

“Greetings, Seto Kaiba,” Isis extended her hand. “I want to thank you again for letting my brother stay in your home.”

Amara saw a flash of fear cross Seto’s face as he glanced at Isis’ hand before lightly brushing his palm to hers. He pulled his hand back quickly, holding it close to his side.

“It is the very least I could do, considering the help you are giving me.”

“Andrew, please take Malik’s bags upstairs to his room,” Amara wanted to head off the questions behind the curious looks Isis was giving the CEO. “Why don’t we go into the living room? Everyone else is in there.”

“No, thank you. We must leave immediately for the airport,” Isis politely declined.

“Okay, well, we’ll leave you all to say your goodbyes then.”

Isis turned to Malik. “Are you sure this is what you want to do, brother?”

Malik rolled his eyes. “For the hundredth time, yes.” He felt a brief stab of guilt at the sad look on his sister’s face. “Look, sis, I need to do this. I can’t spend the rest of my life depending on you and Odion.”

Isis nodded and hugged him tightly. “If you need anything, contact me, please.”

“Sure,” Malik said, pulling away.

“Mistress Isis,” Odion interrupted.

“Yes?” there was a hint of irritation in her voice.

Odion held out two large manila envelopes to her. “The packets for the Pharaoh and the tomb robber.”

“Yes, thank you,” she took the envelopes. “I shall give these to them now.”

Odion and Malik silently watched Isis move off down the hall. When Malik turned back to the bigger man, he had tears in his eyes.

“Malik...”

“I need to do this, Odion. You know I do,” the tears began to spill over.

Odion couldn’t stand it any longer and pulled the smaller man against him. “I know, little love. This you must do for yourself. I may not like being parted from you, but I will support your decision, as I always have,” tears also fell from his eyes unheeded.

“But do you think it’s the right decision, Odion? You supported my decisions during Battle City, but they weren’t right.”

Odion tilted Malik’s chin up and gave him a small smile. “This time you are making the right decision, love.”

With a strangled sob, Malik pressed himself to the bigger man. “Come back. Soon. Please.”

“I will, love. I’ll bring back the information we find myself,” Odion took a deep, shuddering breath to steady himself. “And when I return, it shall be to remain with you for as long as you want.”

“Forever, Odion. I want you with me forever,” Malik’s voice dropped to a low whisper. “I love you,” he stood up the balls of his feet, slipping his hands behind Odion’s neck and pulling the taller man down, kissing him deeply.

Odion held Malik a few moments more then reluctantly pulled the younger from him. “She will return shortly,” he said, wiping the wetness from Malik’s cheeks. “If she finds out, she will try to separate us.”

Malik’s eyes flashed blood red. “Soon she can’t do anything to stop us. I’ll talk to Yami and Seto and ask for their help.”

Odion nodded briefly, as Isis, Seto, and Amara returned.

“We must go now, Odion.”

Without a word, he opened the door and stepped outside. Isis gave her brother a final hug and followed. Malik stood in the open doorway, watching as their cab disappeared from sight.

“He’ll be back soon.”

Malik jumped and spun around. “You know!?”

Amara smiled. “Only someone who doesn’t want to see or is totally dense couldn’t know. It shines in your eyes whenever you look at him.”

“She can’t know. She’d keep us apart if she did.”

“Not for long,” Amara closed the door, slipped her arm through Malik’s, and lead him down the hall. “We’ll all help you in whatever way we can. And once Odion’s back, Seto can pull a few strings to get it so he can stay and the two of you can be together.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“Most things usually are when you look at them objectively. Do you want to come hang out with us or go to your room and settle in?”

“I-I think I’d like to get settled,” he said quietly.

Amara nodded. “Okay, most of the guys are going to go and get Tristan’s things and move him into the mansion, but I’ll be here. If you need anything, just yell out. Your room is on the second floor, left wing, last door on the left.”

Malik nodded, slowly heading upstairs.

As Amara watched him go, she couldn’t help thinking one more wounded spirit in desperate need had entered her life.

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Upstairs, Malik set both of his suitcases on the bed. The first one he quickly emptied, setting clothes in the dresser and hanging others in the closet. From the second, he lifted out a small nondescript wooden box from under his folded jeans. He glanced around the room before going over to the closet. He opened the box, revealing several syringes, a spoon, several tiny crystals, and a plastic bag with some white powder in it. He set the box up on the top most shelf with a deep sigh.

He went back to his suitcase and pulled two small bottles from the insides of a pair of sneakers. He placed one on the shelf beside the box then took a long drink from the other before setting it next to its twin.

He hung his head, leaning against the closet doorframe. “I hope they can help me.”

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“Take the back stairs. He said. You’ll get there faster. He said. It’s right at the top. He said.” Otogi stood in the middle of a hallway trying to decide if he should go back or continue on. “If I go on, I’ll probably end up in some forgotten bathroom along with the rest of the missing persons in all of Asia. If I go back, I’ll probably end up in Aruba.”

Otogi decided onward was better. He figured by doing that, he’d at least have water when he found the Forgotten Bathroom of Missing Persons. He continued on and soon heard soft crying coming from around the corner.

“Oh, goodie,” he grumbled. “Someone’s still alive in the Forgotten Bathroom. Hope they’re gay. I’d hate to die without having sex at least one more time.”

He turned the corner not quite sure who and what he’d find, but he hadn’t expected to find Amara sitting in a window seat, crying.

“Hey, Amara, what’s wrong?” He walked over and took the crumpled tissue from her hands, gently wiping her face. “Why are you sitting here all alone crying?”

Amara couldn’t hold back any longer in the face of Otogi’s kindness. He let her cry, gently stroking her hair. After a few minutes, she finally pulled back wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffed. “I didn’t mean to drench your shirt.”

“It’ll dry. Now tell me what’s got you so upset.”

“It’s a long story.”

“That’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get lost in this huge ass house again. I’ll find the Forgotten Bathroom some other day.”

Amara blinked at him. “Huh?”

“Never mind,” Otogi chuckled. “Let’s go find someplace I recognize and talk about it.”

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Everyone in the living room of the Kaiba mansion wore identical somber expressions. Amara had just finished telling them about Seto’s recent behavior.

“I don’t get it,” Joey frowned. “I mean what’s exactly going on with his hands?”

“I think I can answer that one.” Even without being able to see, Tristan knew every eye in the room had turned to him. “We all know some of what happened to Seto, but I think I know the most.” The room went totally silent, everyone waiting for him to continue. “Seto called me first when he wanted help, you all know that. And when we met, he told me a lot.”

“He told us he was touched,” Yugi looked around taking in the nods of agreement.

“He told me that too, but I figured he was sexually abused by that fucker who adopted him,” Joey sighed at the devestated look on Yugi’s face. “He didn’t deny it when I asked him.”

“Well, he didn’t lie to any of you, but he didn’t tell you the whole story. Hell, I doubt he even told me all of it,” Tristan ran his hands through his hair, a habit he had started a few years ago when he was worried. “He was raped by that fucker, but ....... he also used Seto for “business negotiations”.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Bakura growled.

A shuddering sigh escaped the brunet. “If it made a sweeter deal for him, Gozaburo let his business associates.... have Seto.”

“Have him?” Ryou whispered.

Tristan nodded. “They raped him; beat him, tied him down, whatever they wanted. Gozaburo didn’t care as long as they didn’t kill him. Later on he even took money from them, sometimes several million for just one night.”

“That’s why he’s got those scars on his back.” Otogi’s hands were clenched so hard his knuckles were white.

“Yeah, and the ones on his wrists. Some of them got off on tying him down and making him struggle. That’s why he holds his wrists close to his body when he’s had nightmares.”

“To have endured that and kept his sanity says a great deal about his inner strength,” Yami muttered, rubbing his light’s back soothingly.

“What do we do?” Joey looked from face to face, stopping on Amara’s. “We will NOT lose him to that dead bastard.”

“You guys remember all the times Seto withdrew from everyone, even Mokuba, and he did nothing but go to work and to school for weeks, and a few times, for months on end? It always happened after a nightmare. He goes into emotional shut down and pulls away from everyone as his way of coping.”

“How do you know that, Tristan?” Ryou asked.

“I was usually with him whenever it happened.” Everyone stared, stunned. “We would be together and he would have, well, I guess a breakthrough, and he’d have a nightmare the same night.”

“Kinda like what happened with us,” Amara said softly. “And he’s been withdrawing not just from me but Kira too. He’s hardly held her since it happened, but he sits and watches her with this sad look.”

“By Ra, little sister! We will get him back, and the little spew monster of yours maybe the key.”

“I think you’re onto something, Bakura,” Tristan smiled. “We all know he’d do anything for his little girl.”

“Alright. We’ll talk to him when he gets back from the office. We’ll send Mokuba over to his bud’s house, and we’ll let Seto know this doesn’t change a damn thing. I for one am not going to let him go back to being the cold, closed off, miserable robot he used to be,” determination rang in Joey’s voice. “I can’t lose him, not now. I love him and nothing will change that.”

Joey’s heartfelt words were met with a chorus of equally determined agreement.

“We do it tonight then,” Tristan stood and headed for the bar. “Anyone else want a drink? I know I need one.”

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Seto looked up from his book when Yugi hopped up on the sofa beside him. He leaned against Seto’s arm, hugging it tightly. Seto lifted an eyebrow at the smaller teen’s actions but was more curious about the shimmering look of Yugi’s amethyst eyes. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear Yugi looked as if he were about to cry.

Yugi watched Seto’s face closely. There was no reaction other than the slightly curious look. Blinking rapidly, Yugi turned to his yami.

{He’s not the same, Yami.}

{{Soon he will be back with us, aibou.}}

Everyone looked nervously one to the other, each unsure of how to begin. Tristan ran his hand through his hair for the tenth time then cleared his throat.

“Seto, we need to talk.”

After marking his place, Seto set his book on the table and folded his hands in his lap as best he could with Yugi clinging to him. “What about, Tristan?”

“About why you’re holding your hands next to you all the time, about why you can’t let anyone touch your wrists, about why you show less emotion than your security system, and about why you’re up half the night roaming the halls.”

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit!” Seto blinked at Joey’s outburst. “You’re not, and we all know it.”

“He’s right Seto. Otogi found Amara crying about it upstairs, and we’ve all noticed it during school.”

“Noticed what?” Seto’s voice was devoid of emotion.

“The fact you’re pulling away from everyone, rich boy. Get it through your thick skull you’re not fighting the fucking world alone anymore.”

There was a flash of something akin to hope in Seto’s eyes.

“We talked about this amongst ourselves earlier, Seto. And do not accuse of us gossiping, you know that is not true. We, each one of us, care for you,” Yami’s red eyes held Seto’s blue ones. “This will not change how we feel about you; you are and will always be our friend.”

“This nightmare has affected you more than you want to admit, and you asked me for my help. I said it in the gazebo, and I’ll say it again, that’s doesn’t just apply to your bedroom.”

Everyone in the room heartily agreed with Tristan.

Seto was deeply touched by their care and concern, even though he didn’t show it outwardly. He had conditioned himself to withdraw from the world in order to survive and once he had retreated, he found it difficult to reenter it too soon.

“I...appreciate your concern; however I have dealt with this for years. It is not something you should concern yourself with. I will deal with this as I have before.”

A low growl was heard coming from Bakura, his eyes were narrowed and he looked like he wanted to gut Seto right then and there with whatever blunt object happened to be handy.

“Seto, you’ve survived more shit in eighteen years than most people do in a lifetime. You’ve been beaten, raped, used, and abused, and endured it all alone,” Tristan slammed his clenched fists on the table in front of him. “Damn it! I love you, and I’m not going to let you turn yourself back into that cold, unfeeling man you used to be!”

Seto looked around the room. “You don’t understand,” he murmured. “It’s not that easy.”

“You’ve got help,” Bakura stood and picked Kira up off the floor. “Use it. I need a beer.”

He carried the little girl with him, heading for the door. “It’s up to you, little flower,” he whispered. “Save you daddy.” He set Kira in Seto’s lap and walked from the room.

Seto blinked at the laughing child as she struggled to stand up on his legs. He reached out, placing a hand on her back to support her. Kira grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled herself up to stand on wobbly legs. She grinned at him, proud of her tiny accomplishment. Seto smiled back.

“That’s my baby girl,” he whispered.

Kira giggled, opened her mouth wide, and leaned forward, pressing her mouth over Seto’s lips. She leaned back and clapped, wobbling slightly and grabbed Seto’s shirt again.

Seto’s lower lip quivered and he blinked rapidly.

Kira giggled louder and kissed him again. “Be-goo muh tee bah, Da.”

“What...what did you call me?”

“Da!” Kira patted his cheek, giggling. “Da-da-da-da.”

Amara smiled. “Her first word is daddy.”

Something inside Seto shattered. He hugged Kira to him and began to cry. Yugi reached over and gently took the baby from him and set her down on her blanket. Once she was distracted by her toys, the small duelist wriggled into Seto’s lap, letting himself be the security Seto needed to cling to.

“It’s hard to let go of the only defense I’ve had for so long,” Seto’s voice was low and trembling with repressed emotion. “I had to withdraw when he..... gave me to them. They took what they wanted and left. I wanted them to finish and leave, but when they did, I wanted them to stay. I knew he would come in and take his turn.”

Amara bit her lip to keep from crying as her heart shattered anew with each word Seto spoke. She didn’t stop when the coppery taste of blood hit her tongue.

“He would come in to see what...shape I was in. If he didn’t think I needed a doctor he took me too. I tried to fight them in the beginning. They beat the hell out of me when I did then he would too. He threatened to give them Mokuba if I didn’t cooperate. Eventually, I saw that threat as nothing but empty words and he knew they were, so he took to ....restraining me.”

Ryou turned towards the doorway to see his yami wiping his eyes.

[Yami, are you alright?]

[[Sometimes killing a fucker once just isn’t enough.]]

Ryou flooded their link with love. He suddenly wished he could send the same to Seto when he saw the look on the young CEO’s face.

“I thought that was all it was going to be, being tied or chained down, having sex toys used on me, being raped repeatedly. I eventually learned to cope, and it didn’t seem so bad. It kept Mokuba safe. Then I made an error figuring the projected sales on a new weapons system. I was off by two percent, which was unacceptable. He was furious. He didn’t say anything for two days; I began to think he had forgotten. I was wrong. I then learned what happened if I wasn’t perfect in everything. He took me to the ‘guest room’ on the third floor. He told me I was to pay for my mistake. It lasted all night. I don’t know how many were there, I lost count at twenty-five.”

Joey wanted to scream, to shatter something, to rage against the atrocities his friend had suffered, but he couldn’t. His nails dug into his palms and hot tears streamed down his face. ‘Gods, just how strong IS he?’ he wondered. ‘He suffered all this alone, for so long. I at least had my friends to escape to.’

“One day he told me he was going to start using Mokuba the same way. He said I was too old; one of his newer associates had a taste for younger boys. I couldn’t let that happen, so I killed him.”

No one was surprised to hear this. Deep down they each knew how the former CEO of Kaiba Corp had died.

“I could have continued living in same manner, shut off and alone except for Mokuba, but I wanted to make changes in my life, to save myself. I destroyed all the weapons manufacturing and began to create the greatest gaming company on the planet. I cleared out everyone loyal to him and hired new. It worked for a while, but I still felt as if he were controlling my life. I made arrangements for Mokuba to be cared for by someone I trusted and knew would love him. I was planning to kill myself. I had to postpone those plans when Pegasus kidnapped him.”

Everyone knew most of the story behind Duelist’s Kingdom; they also knew Seto wasn’t telling several things. No one decided to push the issue, knowing what the young billionaire was telling them willingly was difficult enough.

Otogi clasped his hands together to stop their trembling as a shudder ran through him at the mention of Duelist’s Kingdom. He was thankful no one had noticed. The evening was bad enough with Seto’s tale; he had no desire to add to anyone’s sorrow.

“After I got Mokuba back, I felt as if I was falling apart. I saw no reason not to carry out my plans. On the day I had decided to do it, I was given a ray of hope. You, Tristan, called me your friend. Then Battle City took place.”

A violent shudder ran through Seto’s tall frame. He clenched Yugi tighter, making the small teen grunt in discomfort. Seto looked down at him as if seeing him for the first time. Yugi nuzzled into Seto’s chest, wrapping his arms around him, giving the young billionaire what comfort he could.

“After Battle City, Mokuba began to have nightmares again, only worse. I knew I couldn’t leave him alone. He needed me as much as I needed him. I had to do something for both our sakes. I had seen the fierce loyalty of you all and hoped you could help. It took me three weeks to get up the courage to actually call Tristan.”

After several minutes of silence, watery amethyst eyes meet wounded azure. “We have tried to help you, Seto in whatever way we could, and we’ll keep on. But now you need to help us by realizing you’re not alone and to stop acting like you are.”

“Yugi’s got a point,” Tristan’s head had been bowed during Seto’s confession; he lifted it and turned as if to look his friend in the face. “This changes nothing, and I’m sure I speak for everyone here. I love you as my friend, my brother, and my lover. Your past is just that, your past. It’s the man you are now that matters and I for one will put up one helluva fight to keep him with me.”

Tristan got up and walked behind the sofa. He placed a hand on the back edge then lifted his leg over. When he was sitting on the back, he slid down to sit behind Seto and hugged him tightly. Everyone moved over and soon the young CEO was surrounded.

“This is where you belong,” Tristan murmured. “Surrounded by those who love you.”

“It’s been so long. I don’t know how to be any other way.”

“Let us do what you asked us to. Let us help you.”

Amara’s fingers gently touched Seto’s cheek. “Will you let me help too, dragon?”

“Gods, Amara,” Seto chocked back a sob. “I am so sorry.”

She shook her head. “No, I love you. All of you, as you are,” she kissed him lightly. “I’m here to stay too.”

No one moved or said a word until Seto’s body went limp, his breathing deep and even. With Joey guiding him, Tristan carried the exhausted man upstairs, laying him on his bed. Yami and Yugi lay on either side of him, keeping guard against whatever demons dared to haunt his sleep.

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Amara watched the three men sleeping on the bed. She had been sitting in the window seat for close to an hour now. It was astonishing how innocent Seto looked when asleep. A tiny smile curled the edges of his lips, and the ever present furrow in his forehead was gone. He held Yugi in his arms like a child would their favorite stuffed toy, with Yami against his back.

‘If only he could stay that peaceful.’

Seto sighed audibly and turned onto his back, bringing Yugi right along with him. The smaller duelist woke and giggled when he realized the position they were in. Seto blinked then smiled at him. Amara couldn’t help but smile when Yugi grinned and kissed Seto’s nose.

“Have a good nap?”

“Mh’hm.”

“I’m glad.”

“So am I,” Seto kissed Yugi’s forehead. “How about you?”

“I slept fine.”

“So did I,” Yami turned Seto’s face towards him, kissing him softly.

Amara sensed the changing mood in the room and rose to leave. Yugi glanced her way, catching her eye. His eyes unfocused for several seconds then Amara saw Yami waving her back from behind his back. She sat back down and patiently waited.

Having made certain Seto was distracted by Yami; Yugi carefully eased the collar of his shirt open. He ran his tongue over Seto’s collarbone before nipping sharply at the base of his neck.

Seto felt the pleasurable sensation at his neck and whimpered into the kiss. He pulled away, moaning and gasping for air as Yugi continued to suckle the now sensitive spot.

Yugi eased to one side just enough for Yami to unbutton Seto’s shirt and open his pants. The brunet was so engrossed in Yugi’s ministrations he didn’t know what was happening until he felt his length wrapped in moist heat.

Amara watched the near twins loving Seto. She knew the young billionaire had enjoyed his lovers but she hadn’t fully understood how deep his need for them was until now. Seeing the way he reacted, Amara doubted Seto himself knew how much he needed them.

Yugi attacked Seto’s chest with kisses and nips. Seto’s hands slid from Yugi’s body to clench in the blankets under him. “Oh, gods!” he moaned, arching his back up.

{{Aibou, how shall we proceed with pleasuring the dragon?}}

{I’m in the perfect position now, Yami.} Yugi’s mental voice was heavily laced with desire.

{{So be it, little one.}} Yami chuckled mentally as he hummed around Seto’s length.

Amara caught Yugi casting furtive glances around the bed area. She smirked, guessing what the small teen was searching for. She edged her way around behind the bed, being careful to stay out of Seto’s line of sight. She quietly picked up a bottle of lubricant from the dresser and placed it in Yami’s outstretched hand. Yugi gave her a wink when she sat back down.

Yami turned his attention back to the task at hand. {{Aibou, shall we see if we can make him scream?}}

Seto groaned loudly when Yugi lightly bit his nipple.

{Working on it.}

Yami chuckled as he deep throated Seto. Seto in turn cried out as he released into Yami’s waiting mouth.

{Not very loud, Yami. Losing your touch?}

Amara’s breath hitched. She had never watched Seto as he climaxed. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. There was a look of complete bliss on his face and afterwards, he was completely relaxed, eyes half lidded, and a drowsy look about him.

“There is more to come,” Yami poured an ample amount of oil into Seto’s palm. “My light has a passion for riding dragons.”

“Prepare me, Seto,” Yugi whispered huskily, licking Seto’s ear. “Make me ready for you.”

Seto shuddered in anticipation. He slid his hand down Yugi’s side amazed at how soft his skin was. He blinked. Skin?

“When did we lose our clothes?”

“I am a man of many talents, dragon,” Yami smirked.

Seto raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

Seto circled his finger teasingly around Yugi’s entrance before slowly easing inside. Yugi moaned, pushing back taking the invading digit in deeper. Seto worked the smaller teen slowly before he carefully added a second. A loud moan escaped the young billionaire.

Yami smirked, pleased with the reaction he had gotten. He had been waiting for Seto to proceed before beginning to prepare the brunet himself. He carefully matched his movements with those of Seto preparing his light. He could feel Yugi’s intense pleasure pouring through their link. It felt to him as if he were preparing his hikari, and he knew to the one beneath them it felt as if he were preparing himself.

{{Shift to the side, aibou. Let us see if I can make him scream louder.}}

Yugi shifted slightly, causing Seto to brush against his prostate on his next stroke. When Seto felt his fingertips make contact with the small node, his own vision went white. Yami felt a smug sense of satisfaction coming from his light.

{That’s better. Do it again, Yami. I love hearing him make that sound.}

Yami happily complied. {{I love hearing you make that sound as well.}}

After a few minutes, Yugi didn’t care if he was fully prepared or not. He needed Seto, needed him now. When the brunet withdrew, Yugi pulled his hips forward, slipping Seto’s fingers from his body. Before Seto could figure out what was happening, Yugi had impaled himself on his rigid shaft.

Seto fought the urge to thrust up into the enticingly tight heat above him. “Yugi, you shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured, rubbing the small back soothingly.

Yugi looked up with love filled eyes. “I need you, Seto. I love you.”

Seto grasped Yugi’s slim hips and began to slowly move. Yugi growled, slapping Seto’s hands away. He began to move on the brunet faster than Seto would have though was pleasurable, considering the manner in which Yugi had mounted him. He ran his hands over the sensitive insides of Yugi’s thighs, making the smaller moan.

Yami moved in behind his light. He pressed a line of kisses up Yugi’s spine to his neck. {{You are so beautiful, my light.}}

{Yami, I’m not going to last.}

{{Let go, aibou.}}

{No, I want Seto to come first.}

{{We can do that, sexy one.}}

Yami positioned himself and slowly pressed into Seto’s heat. He threw his head back in pure bliss, moaning.

Yugi whimpered, catching the full force of his dark’s pleasure through their link. He pitched forward and felt strong arms wrap around him.

Yami couldn’t hold back, the assault on his body and his mind was pushing his beyond his control. The three of them were soon moving as one, a steady and powerful rhythm carrying them higher on waves of ecstasy.

Yugi was the first to go crashing over the edge. He cried out, spurting his seed over Seto’s chest. Seto thrust up hard and followed the smaller teen. Yami gripped Seto’s hips releasing almost simultaneously with the young CEO. They fell together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. For several moments they lay together, lightly touching one another, floating in the blissful aftermath of their love.

Amara silently walked over to spread a blanket over the three. She sat at the head of the bed and gently brushed Seto’s damp bangs from his face. He blinked confusedly at her then smiled.

“I told you I didn’t mind you being with them,” she murmured.

“I love you, Amara.”

“I love you too.”

Seto pressed a kiss to Yugi’s sleeping face then turned to brush his lips to a drowsy Yami’s. “Thank you. Thank you both.”

“We love you, Seto,” Yami smiled. “Nothing will every change that for any of us. But your task is not yet completed.”

Seto nodded. “I need to talk to Mokuba.”

“We will support you in that as well.”

Amara settled closer to Seto. “And I’ll be right by your side like always.”

“You are no longer alone, dragon.”

Seto closed his eyes. “I’ll forget from time to time.”

“We will be here to remind you.”

For the first time since his parents had died, Seto felt as if he and Mokuba were once again part of a family.

TBC

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