The Path of Vengeance

A/N: Alright, I know that it took me forever to get this chapter off the presses. I only hope that it doesn't disappoint :)


Tristan stood in the master bathroom adjoining his lover’s room in the Kaiba Estate clad in only a pair of loose grey sweatpants, his eyes fixed firmly on his reflection in the mirror. The man that stared back was someone he barely recognized. Where before he’d been extremely physically fit with a toned body and a healthy tan he now looked like a candidate for drug rehabilitation. His skin had taken on a sickly white pallor and the circles under his eyes would cause dollar signs to register on the face of any high priced plastic surgeon. In short he looked like shit.

It was already past nine pm and Tristan had only woken up three hours prior. The previous night had been another late one with the younger Kaiba. Mokuba was now having nightmares about his brother’s suicide attempt and the only one who could calm him down was Tristan. The boy would wake up screaming and demand to see his brother only to scowl when he confirmed that the dream was just that…a dream. He loved Seto but the anger within him had grown to such proportions that he could not bear to be in the same room with him. In Tristan’s opinion, Mokuba was completely justified.

“Hey baby.”

The brunette looked to the doorway to see Kaiba leaning against the frame, still dressed to the nines in his dark blue business suit. “Hey. How was work?”

Kaiba shrugged and stepped into the room. “It was there. As usual. What are you doing in here all alone?”

“Waiting for Mokuba to wake up.”

Kaiba stepped up behind his boyfriend and slid his arms around Tristan’s waist. “Kenji is in there with him. He’ll be alright.”

Tristan leaned back into the millionaire’s embrace, his eyes meeting Kaiba’s in the mirror. “You checked on him already?”

The CEO tightened his grip and leaned down, planting a small kiss on the side of Tristan’s neck. “Mmmhmm.”

Tristan’s eyes fell shut. “Is Kenji staying the night again?”

Another planted kiss. “Mmmhmm.”

“Seto?”

“What is it baby?” the millionaire asked, his lips still tending to their preset task.

“How long has it been since you and I made love?”

“Weeks,” Kaiba admitted, a tone of regret evident in his voice. Before he could even finish the subsequent sigh that went along with his answer the brunette turned around in his arms and pressed their lips together. Surprised but not displeased Kaiba returned the kiss, his body responding immediately. A long time ago he’d become addicted to Tristan’s kisses, his touches, his taste. He’d all but forgotten how good it felt to be this close, just how much healing Tristan’s love offered.

“Baby, I’ve missed you,” Tristan said, a hint of desperation in his voice. He was very careful not to touch his lover’s bandages even though all he wanted to do was throw the CEO down and ravage every inch of him.

“I’ve missed you too,” Kaiba replied lowering his arms so that his boyfriend could shove the suit jacket off of his shoulders. As soon as it hit the floor he reached out and grasped the hands that were now fumbling with his belt. “Tristan wait.”

The brunette looked up into the one visible blue eye. “What’s wrong?”

Kaiba shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “For everything I’ve put you through.”

Tristan smiled softly. “I know you are, baby. But I’m not interested in any apologies right now.” He pulled the millionaire into the bedroom. “All I want is for you to throw me down on that bed and have your way with me.”

The CEO broke into a wry smile. “Why Mr. Taylor, what are you suggesting?”

Tristan reached out and grasped the dark grey tie hanging from his boyfriend’s neck, giving it a gentle pull. “I’m suggesting, Mr. Kaiba, that you let your secretary know that you will be late to work tomorrow. You’ve got a meeting here that may run late.”

Kaiba chuckled. “An all-nighter?”

The brunette shook his head. “It’s been weeks since you last fucked me, Seto. I’ll be lucky to last twenty minutes.”

“If you keep talking like that I won’t either.”

Tristan pulled the tie free of his lover’s neck and began unbuttoning the crisp white shirt beneath it. “Do you like it when I talk that way?”

Kaiba caught one of Tristan’s hands and brought it to the bulge in the front of his slacks. “What do YOU think?”

A slow, seductive smile spread over Tristan’s lips as he grasped the CEO’s member through the dark blue material. “I think you should lay your ass down so I can suck you off.”

Blue eyes widened slightly but he did as he was told, stepping out of his lover’s grasp and climbing onto the massive bed, relaxing against the pillows.

Tristan stepped out of his sweatpants and followed suit, straddling the millionaire’s hips and grinding gently against Kaiba’s erection. He leaned down and claimed another kiss.

Kaiba wrapped his arms around Tristan’s waist and pulled him close. “Baby,” he said once the heated kiss came to a close. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Tristan responded without hesitation. He was a fool to think he could ever leave. This was home.

The CEO tightened his grip and rolled over, pinning the brunette beneath him. He reached down and hastily undid his pants, freeing himself from their confines. “I’m sorry Tris,” he breathed. “Fuck the foreplay bullshit. I need to be inside you. Now.”

On any other occasion Kaiba, much like he did in the business world, took his time, strategically playing his hand card by card to a mind-blowing end. This was new to them both. Not that Tristan minded. “Yes,” he replied. “Fuck me, Seto.”

A low growl resounded from the millionaire’s throat and he leaned over, reaching into the nightstand to pull out a tube of lubricant which he open quickly and used to hastily coat his straining member before tossing it aside. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he began.

Tristan shook his head, covering his lover’s mouth with his hand. “I said I didn’t want to hear any more apologies.”

Kaiba nodded. He grasped his erection, holding it steady as he eased himself into his lover’s writhing body. “Gods Tris…so fucking tight…”

“What do you expect,” Tristan replied between gasps. “You haven’t taken me in a long time.”

“No other lovers then?” Kaiba jested, releasing his hold as he slid into the brunette’s body to the hilt.

Tristan’s hands scrambled down Kaiba’s back, clutching at his shirt. “Shit, Seto…be careful…”

Kaiba stilled his movements, his arms sliding beneath the brunette to pull him closer. He could feel Tristan’s body pulsating around his shaft and had to fight to retain control. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Tristan replied. He shifted his hips slightly, drawing the millionaire in even further. “It’s alright,” he said, gesturing his lover to proceed.

Kaiba drew his arms from beneath the brunette and planted his hands on either side of Tristan’s head. “I love you,” he said again, setting a mind-numbing pace, causing the solid oak bed to rock with the force of his thrusts.

“Oh fucking shit yeah,” Tristan cried out, his fists tightening, knuckles turning white. His hips thrust upward, meeting his lover’s nearly brutal movements.

“Tristan…baby…” Kaiba ground out. A fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, dampening his bangs and loosening the tape on his bandages. In the years he’d shared his bed with the brunette he’d never felt so connected to him during sex. It was like being on a life preserver in the middle of the ocean in the center of a hurricane. In that instant of clarity, his desire plunging deep into his lover’s body, he knew that Tristan was the boat that would keep him from drowning.

“Gods, Seto, I’m going to come,” Tristan cried, his legs tightening around Kaiba’s waist.

The CEO nodded. “Yes baby. Come for me…”

“Seto…fuck…” Tristan curled beneath his lover, his head pressing into Kaiba’s shoulder as he shot a fierce load between their bodies, the friction only adding to his arousal.

Kaiba could feel the sticky warmth coating the skin on his stomach and he hugged Tristan’s shoulders, preserving their closeness as he orgasmed himself, burying his seed deep inside the brunette’s body. His rhythm, from steady to erratic, slowed down, relishing in the feeling for a few moments more before he pulled out and collapsed.

“Oof,” Tristan complained. “Get off me.” He pushed the CEO to the left, rolling him onto the bed before flipping onto his side and running his fingers down the bare side of Kaiba’s face. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, baby.”



“Mr. Devlin, you have a visitor.”

Duke looked up from his desk in his office above the Black Clown Game Shop to see his day manager standing in the doorway. “Who is it?”

“Yami Mutou. He says it’s important.”

The dice king blinked. “Send him in.” He closed the accounting software he’d been updating and saved the work he’d been doing on the layout for the new ad before Yami stepped through the doorway.

When he did Duke’s emerald eyes widened. “Yami? Oh god, what happened? Is Yugi alright?”

Yami was visibly choking back his tears. “It’s not Yugi,” he said. “It’s me.”

Dark eyebrows met in the center of Duke’s forehead. “What is it?”

“I told Yugi about my past with Bakura,” Yami explained in the least informative way possible. “He thought it best that I find somewhere else to stay. Ryou is in Tokyo with Bakura and I have nowhere else to go. I hate to ask but could I possibly borrow some money in order to get a motel until Ryou gets back?”

“You can stay with me,” Duke said immediately.

Yami shook his head. “Yugi will tell Joey what he knows and Joey will rightly stand on Yugi’s side. I do not want to create friction between you and Joey.”

Duke shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Joey doesn’t tell me who my friends are.” He patted Yami on the back. “Just let me gather up some papers and we can go back to my place and get you settled in to the guest room.”

“I really don’t want to put you out,” Yami said hesitantly.

The dice king waved his hand dismissively. “It’s not a problem,” he said. “Remember, I told you that I’d help BOTH of you however I could.”

Fresh tears sprang into the former pharaoh’s eyes at Duke’s display of blind generosity. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Don’t mention it,” the dice king replied, closing his briefcase and picking up his coat. “Let’s go. We can stop on the way and pick up something to eat.”


A twelve hour flight leaves a lot of room for contemplation when your traveling companion is sound asleep. Malik took a sip of his water and sighed, shifting in his seat, causing Marik to lift his head off of his shoulder.

“We there yet?” the yami mumbled.

“Another half hour,” Malik replied.

Marik yawned and shifted position. A night in the motel spent worried about Bakura had gone a long way toward draining him of his energy. “Wake me up when we land.”

Malik nodded and faced the window. This was definitely not how he’d envisioned his reunion with his yami to be. Though somehow it seemed fitting. This was not the first time that he’d had to bail the spirit out of a sticky situation.

He could only hope that Ryou would be able to keep Yami placated enough to keep him from attacking Marik. Oh well. It was an unavoidable circumstance that would have to be dealt with when it arose.

Finally the plane touched down in Tokyo. The pair filed off the aircraft, bypassing Customs at Marik’s insistence, and entered the parking lot. Malik was happy to see his trusty metallic steed still in one piece. “I can’t believe you stole my bike,” he grumbled, climbing into the seat.

Marik flung himself on behind his light. “You gave it to me,” he replied.

“Only because you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“And here I thought it was a gesture of love,” Marik quipped.

Malik laughed. “Yeah, love undying.” The motorcycle roared to life. “Hang on.” They shot out of the parking lot at breakneck speed. He was eager to get back to the game shop. Things had been tense when he left and he wanted to make sure that Yugi was still able to hold his own with the Pharaoh.

//Something I should be aware of?//

The bike swerved just a bit. /What do you mean?/

//Why the sudden interest in Yugi?//

/Goddamn, Marik, mind your own fucking business./

Marik raised an eyebrow against the wind. He’d only caught a hint of Malik’s thoughts and wasn’t expecting such a forceful reaction. //Are you fucking him?// he asked bluntly.

/Of course not./

//Do you want to?//

Malik sighed. It was no use trying to lie. Hell, Marik probably already knew the answer. /Maybe./

//What the fuck, hikari? You siding with the Pharaoh now?//

/Hell no,/ Malik replied quickly.

//So then why the sudden interest in the twerp?//

/None of your damned business./ He closed off the link.

Marik’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like this new bit of information. Not one bit. If Malik was fucking around with Yugi then there would potentially be even more trouble for Bakura. That just couldn’t happen.



Later that evening the seeds of an idea took root in young Mokuba’s mind. He turned to Kenji. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said, remembering the doctor’s words to try to whisper his words.

Kenji picked up the dry erase board from the table next to his chair. DO YOU NEED HELP?

“No,” Mokuba replied. “I’ll be right back.” He climbed out of the bed and padded out into the hallway. Ensuring that he was alone, he went downstairs and picked up the keys to his dirt bike. Making sure not to set off the alarm system he snuck outside and rushed across the driveway to the garage that held his brother’s collection of classic cars.

His dirt bike rested against the back wall. He pushed it to the gate and let himself out before starting the engine and speeding toward Kaiba Corp. Sure he could have done his research from his brother’s office at home but that was a room he intended never to step foot in again.

Being unable to hear anything but the loudest and sharpest sounds really limits one’s activities. The radio was a waste and television was a big joke. Even his beloved video games proved to be impossible without all of the warning sound effects that he was so accustomed to.

All he could do was think. Think about his brother’s betrayal. Kaiba had apologized and he knew that it was sincere but it still didn’t take away the hurt. Or the feeling that he was now alone. His brother didn’t need him anymore. As much as Mokuba had pleaded with him, Seto had shot himself anyway. It was Tristan who was able to bring the elder brother back.

It was time to grow up and face facts. His brother would be alright without him. Tristan was a great guy who could do for Seto everything that he could not.

There was only one other person who had ever expressed a need for him. And right now that person could deliver unto him everything that he’d lost. If only Mokuba could bring him back from his virtual prison.
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