Beauty

First Things First: As always, first and foremost, thank you everyone who’s read and reviewed this story. I have an insane amount of hits for only four chapters, so thank you so very much. ^_^ You guys keep me writing and I mean that with all my heart. I dedicate this chapter to Dirty D, and her new computer… I included one of your favorite songs, hon… hehehe…. In this chapter we learn more about Yugi’s men situation… and get to see what Bakura’s up to. (pun intended…hehehe) We also get some sugary sweet Joey/Tristan moments… this chapter’s fun… but the angst will be back sooner or later…Enjoy it. This is for you guys….


Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh… or any songs or lyrics… it’s a sad situation. Watch out for the lemonade-flavored SMUT… I don’t know how this smut got into this chapter… ACID, was this your fault… yes, I believe it was…


Song Notes: Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas, Falling In Love Again by Eagle-Eye Cherry, Take My Breath Away by Jessica Simpson, It’s Gonna Be Love by Mandy Moore and Touch It by Monifah. I included the lyrics to this song, because this fit PERFECTLY into the story… as you’ll soon understand… hehehe….


Chapter 5: Licentiousness

The sooner you let two hearts beat together
The sooner you'll know this love is forever
Love needs time now or never
It's gonna be tough
You gotta believe
It's gonna be strong enough

It's gonna be love, It's gonna be great
It's gonna be more than I can take
It's gonna be free, It's gonna be real
It's gonna change everything I feel
It's gonna be sad, It's gonna be true
It's gonna be all I want to do
It's gonna be hard, It's gonna be tough
It's gonna be more than just enough
It's gonna be love
Oh it's gonna be love

~ It’s Gonna Be Love
Mandy Moore


Joey and Yugi were eating breakfast at the table Tuesday morning. Joey was surprised Yugi was here since he hadn’t come home last night. He just didn’t get Yugi. He was smart, really smart… here was this young guy, who was studying to be a biicalical engineer, attractive, sweet, funny and he had that one flaw. He just couldn’t get enough sex. What was the term for a male nymphomaniac? Whatever it was Yugi was the definition of it.

Especially since Yugi had seen one of the boys in his collection Saturday night as well.

And now he was talking about seeing Bakura tonight? This was getting to be a problem. Joey just wasn’t sure how to handle it. Yugi was 22 years old, he was an adult, he could do whatever he damn well pleased, it wasn’t Joey’s place. And besides, Yugi always used protection with these guys. Joey didn’t have a problem with Yugi wanting to have sex, he just didn’t like that he was having it with so many guys. He was a little guy, who knew what could happen if one of them tried to get extra kinky and hurt him?

“Are you gonna say something to me? Or are you going to continue to stare?” Joey looked into violet eyes.

“Yugi, I don’t think you should see Bakura tonight.”

“You’re one to talk, Babe… rolling into the house late Saturday morning in another man’s sweat pants.”

“I told you, I didn’t sleep with Tristan. Although, I can’t say the same about you and Hiro.”

“Babe, we were studying.” Joey rolled his eyes. “You act like you doubt me.”

“I do. You have hickeys.”

“Hickeys mean nothing. You have hickeys.”

“I have hickeys on my neck. You have hickeys on places below your waistline.” Yugi looked at his blond roommate and smiled.

“I’m glad you noticed them, Babe.”

“How could I not? You were parading around in here with no clothes on.”

“I didn’t expect you home. I like to vacuum naked, Joey.”

“Let’s just not…” Joey made a face as Yugi giggled. “You’re something else, Yug.”

“Don’t you know it,” Yugi agreed, in his flirty voice.

“Half of Domino City knows it.” Yugi laughed again.

“Only the cute half.” Joey sighed. “Come on, Joey…let Bakura come over tonight. You’re going to be at class and then you’re going out with Tristan afterwards anyway.”

“Weren’t you just with that Paul guy last night, Yugi?”

“We were only studying, Babe.”

“Yeah, each other’s bodies.” Yugi giggled. “Yugi, is it really necessary to see Bakura tonight?”

“You’re going to be with Tristan. I want to have a little fun, Joey…and besides, Bakura’s bringing me dinner…”

“That’s besides the point. So what if he brings your dinner. He’s still using you, Yugi.” Yugi sighed. He was tired of this conversation.

“He’s not using me anymore than I’m using him, Joey.”

“I don’t like him.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Babe.”

“Even more reason not to like him.”

“Look we can go over this until we’re blue in the face. But I have to shower and get ready for class. Besides, Joey, it’s not like you’re going be giving me a blowjob, I’m going to have to get one from somewhere.” Joey narrowed his eyes, watching Yugi get up and retreat into the bathroom.

Out of all of Yugi’s boy toys, Joey disliked Bakura the most. He wasn’t sure what the white-haired male was trying to do. He’d bring Yugi dinner, he’d take him out on pre-sex dates. But in the end, he called Yugi up to sleep with him. Bottom line. Granted, the others were guilty of the same thing. But usually Yugi called them up when he was in need of male companionship. And they weren’t as big as Bakura was. His size was threatening. Not that he was wide, he was tall…not as tall as Seto…he just looked imposing.

There had been days when the guy had come over, Joey still in the apartment, and Bakura would pick Yugi up, toss him over his shoulder and haul him into the bedroom.

Joey would have to sit down and have a serious talk with Yugi. If his grandfather knew the things his precious grandson was up to he’d have a heart attack. Joey knew that this was his responsibility, he’d just have to figure out how to convince Yugi that he needed to tone it down, or at least pick only one guy play with at a time.


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Yugi opened the door of the apartment, his face ligh up. up. “Kura!”

“Babyface.” Yugi jumped into Bakura’s arms, Bakura immediately kissing Yugi’s neck. He closed the door with one hand and locked it then carried Yugi and dinner into the kitchen. He plopped Yugi onto the counter. Gods, he missed him.

“Miss me, Kura,” Yugi asked, with a grin.

“Oh hells yes.” Bakura leaned in and kissed Yugi hard. Yugi moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Bakura’s neck to pull him in closer and deepen the kiss. “I brought spaghetti, I know it’s your fav.” Yugi smiled. “Did you miss me?”

“I always miss my favorite boy, Bakura.”

“Do you say that to all the boys, Yugi?”

“Of course not, my sexy beast.” Yugi giggled as Bakura kissed him again. He loved when Bakura came by. “I always get excited waiting for you to come.”

“I’m here now, Sexy Ass.”

“That wasn’t the kind of coming I was talking about.” Bakura smirked. Yugi was one hell of a character, and he couldn’t get enough of him. Those skintight leather pants…those neck collars…he just walked around like he wanted to be fucked… and hard.

“You want to eat first, Yugi?”

“Sex first. Dinner after. I want you to help me work up an appetite.” Bakura growled with desire and besieged Yugi’s face with kisses.

Bakura grabbed Yugi and carried him over to the couch.

“Joey’s not going to like that we’re doing this here, Kura…”

“Joey can blow me.”

“That’s my job.” Bakura laughed.

“I don’t know, I think I have a problem with Joey.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like people who don’t like me. And besides, the guy gets to have sex with you whenever he wants.” Yugi laughed. “I guess I can’t blame him for that. I mean, if you were my roommate we’d do nothing but. I bet Joey takes you all the time.”

“You’d be surprised.” Yugi kissed Bakura playfully. “Enough talk about Joey.”

“Agreed.” Bakura lifted his shirt over his head in one movement.

“I think we need some mood music, Kura.” Yugi grabbed the remote for the stereo and flipped it on, selected the song he wanted and set it on repeat.

“What is this?” Bakura listened to the music for a moment and then smiled. “You’re playing our song, Yugi.”

Do you really wanna touch it
Do you really wanna mess with me tonight
Oh, and if you know how I like it
Would you call my name and give it to me right

Bakura smirked. Yugi tossed the remote to an unknown corner.

“It’s on now, Yugi… this is “fucking” music.” Bakura was yanking his pants off in a flurry. Yugi stripped even quicker. “Where is your underwear?”

“I’ve never needed them when you came before, Sexy.” Yugi threw his clothes over the couch. The rest of Bakura’s clothes littered the ground. “You gonna give it to me, Big Boy?”

Yugi was tackled to the couch, Bakura straddling his hips and assaulting his neck with his exaggerated tongue movements. Yugi moaned at the contact. “You’re just looking to get the shit fucked out of you…I can’t be held responsible for what might happen to this couch…”

“Bakura…ahhhh…. Shit….”

“You’re about to get worked over, Babyface,” Bakura promised in a husky voice. Yugi moaned at the new contact.

Bakura’s lips were everywhere in a moment… from his jaw to his nipples… and now on his abdomen.

Could you just put that thing on me
So I can just freak on you
And you could just freak on me
And I'm gon' give it to you all night long
I'mma show your body what your lips are doing wrong
Ooh

Yugi could feel Bakura’s lips lowering further, and before his brain could respond properly, Bakura was on his penis. Yugi gasped as Bakura’s mouth opened wide and took him in. “Kura… oh gods… it’s….ummmmmmm….” Bakura’s tongue wrapped around his pole like it had never before.

Bakura ran up and down the length of Yugi’s dick, his head bobbing. He was making the sexiest slurping noises, almost as if he were eating a bowl of soup instead of servicing Yugi. “You make one hell of a cock-sucker, you beast…”

Bakura looked up with a mischievous glint in his eye before pushing himself back down, his nose nuzzling Yugi’s stomach. He was relentless as he suckled around the base, his hands fondling Yugi’s balls as he continued his busy work. Yugi’s hands finding themselves in the white mane on top of the other’s head to relieve some of the wonderfully warm pressure. “I’m….so…close…”

Bakura slipped Yugi out of his mouth and smiled, Yugi whimpering. “Why’d ya stop?”

“Now where’s the fun if you come right away?” Yugi pouted. “Damn it, you, you know I can never say no to that face.” Yugi smiled knowingly. “Fine.” Bakura grabbed Yugi in his hand, jerked him a few times and then swirled his tongue around the tip. Yugi groaned at the new torture… the feel of Bakura’s moisture on his most sensitive area was too good.

“Kura… please…finish me off…”

Bakura enveloped him once again and sucked hard. Yugi’s eyes grew to the size of beach balls as Bakura bit lightly on the shaft, bringing Yugi closer to the edge… Yugi’s 20/20 eyesight gave way to whiteness as he came into Bakura’s awaiting mouth.



Do you really wanna touch it
Do you really wanna fuck with me tonight
Oh, and if you know how I like it
Would you call my name and give it to me right

“Kura… that was so…um…” Yugi was smiling and giggling. His mind was now more than a little hazy from his orgasm.

“And just think, Sexy Ass, we’re not done yet.” Bakura sat back against the arm of the couch. Yugi crawled on top of him.

“Um…Kura…fuck me…Gods baby…fuck me hard…”

“You want this? Hum?” Bakura thrust his hips up, Yugi moaning.

“Yeah, I want it bad.”

“On the floor, I want plenty of room to do this.” Yugi tumbled onto the floor, taking the taller male with him.

Bakura kissed Yugi, allowing the lingering taste of Yugi’s essence to enter the smaller one’s mouth. “Think you can handle this, Babyface?” Bakura asked, as he smirked at Yugi, who was already very worked up again.

“I want your thingy inside my thingy.” Bakura smirked again and attacked Yugi’s mouth once more.

So love just feels so good to me
Could you just move it on up cuz I want ecstasy
And I'mma give it to ya all night long
I'mma show your body what your tongue's doing wrong
Ooh

Bakura shifted so that Yugi could sit up against the couch and catch his breath. Bakura slowly began stroking himself, not that he needed any help since his cock was already a solid rock of throbbing flesh. “How do you want to do this?” Yugi watched Bakura’s dick swell even further. “Missionary, Doggie style?” Bakura was ridiculously big, nearly cartoonishly big… “Do you want to be bent over a chair and blindfolded…” The thought of that big thing in his small hole nearly made him come on the spot… “Or maybe you just want to ride it…”

“Um… Kura…let me sit on it…let me put it inside of me…”

“Anything for you, Sexy Ass.” Yugi got up and retrieved some lube from an end table drawer. “You keep bubble gum flavored ass lube in the drawer in your living room?”

“What can I say? I have lube in every room in the house.”

“You’re so dirty, and so incredibly hot…”

“Um… you bet, Kura…” Yugi spread his legs, wide. “Let’s get this going…” Yugi licked his lips in a suggestive manner.

Bakura grabbed the lube and poured a liberal amount on his fingers and poked a lone digit inside. Yugi made a face, and then smiled… “Umm… I’ve wanted this all day…I came thinking about you, Bakura… I came…twice…” Yugi’s words trailed off into a half whimper, half cry as Bakura hit his special spot.

Bakura shook his head. Yugi was too much, he had never met such a sexual creature in his life. He had known Yugi was something the first time he met him, at the Pyramid, Yugi was doing things on the dance floor that had him hard before he even approached him. He looked innocent until he winked, or smiled, or laughed… he was a cock-tease… and damn good at it.

Yugi moaned naughtily as Bakura poked a second finger into his puckered entrance. “Oooh.. it feels soooo good…ummmmmmm….I need more than your fingers…I wanna feel every inch of that monstrosity you call a penis…”

“Almost done…”

“Hurry…Kura… I need it…” Yugi was moaning in a salacious way that was making the pre-cum flow steadily out of Bakura’s dick. “You’re just so big…that thing most have it’s on time zone…”

That ended Bakura’s preparations dead in their tracks…

He needed to be in Yugi… NOW.

Give it to me give it to me call my name
This boy's shyness got me wet like crazy
I want it more and more
When you call my name and spank me

Bakura moved so that the coffee table wasn’t in the way and grabbed a pillow from the couch so that he could rest his head on something. Yugi gave Bakura little time as he swung a leg over Bakura’s waist.

“I want you… in the worst way…Bakura…” There was something about the way Yugi spoke those words that made the white haired male grab himself and jerk twice.

“Um, um… not yet…I want to milk that dick of yours… I want to milk it with my tight asshole…” Yugi lifted up a little, and with no other words he slid onto Bakura’s hard-on.



Do you really wanna touch it
Do you really wanna fuck with me tonight
Oh, and if you know how I like it
Would you call my name and give it to me right

Yugi sat still for a couple of moments, not wanting his eagerness to get completely out of hand. Once he was used to the intrusion he started bouncing to the music…

“Oh GODS… fuck, Yugi…”

“You like…”

“This isn’t going to last long…”

“As long as you get off…we’re both happy…I need that come in me…” Bakura growled in pleasure, his brain malfunctioning at the intense stimulation Yugi’s tightness was causing him.

“I read this in a magazine, Bakura…” Yugi’s body started moving in a diamond pattern… Bakura screamed. “Um…this is sooooo….gooood…”

“Yugi… oh Hells yes… shit… do that harder…” Yugi did his s ons on Bakura’s chest, his nails scraping against Bakura’s pale skin…

Bakura grabbed Yugi’s erection, Yugi’s scream rattling against the walls. One of Bakura’s hands was in Yugi’s tri-colored hair…

Yugi was leaning into him, his grinding speed only increasing. This was going to be hot and quick… no question… neither of them were going to last long at all… Yugi’s grinding instead of a more traditional up and down motion was only delaying the inevitable…

Touch it

“Fuck… I’m gonna come, Yugi…”

Touch me

“Do it… I want to feel your load inside of me…”

Love me

“Come, Yugi… come in my hand…”

Suck me

“Ummmm….close….close…”

Give me

“Come, Yugi…do it for your, Kura…”

Baby, yeah

Yugi groaned, his semen shooting all over Bakura’s stomach hard.

If you know how I like it

Bakura thrust up into Yugi a few times for good measure.

Do you really wanna touch it
Do you really wanna fuck with me tonight

A moment later he released, crying Yugi’s name…Yugi moaning at the feeling of being filled up.

And if you know how I like it
Would you call my name and give it to me right


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Joey found it strange that the only time he had a chance to reflect on his thoughts was during art class. And tonight he had a lot to think about. Noat wat wasn’t true. He really only had to reflect on Tristan. But in reflecting on him he had a lot to think about.

Tristan and his first date had gone perfectly. And that scared him.

There was every reason to be afraid that Tristan would wind up hurting him. He was trying not to worry, but how could he not, there had to be something wrong with Tristan. There was just no way there wasn’t.

Maybe he was just being pessimistic. He had run away from any hopes of happiness since he had left that fool. If he didn’t give Tristan a fair chance his ex won. He would just have to let himself go a little, even though he did have to admit that things were moving quickly. It would be fine. Joey was convinced of that.

Why have I been analyzing this anyway? Why can’t I just be happy, why do I have to look for things to be wrong? Maybe there isn’t anything wrong with him. Maybe, after a year of avoiding anyone who decided to come along I’m ready for something. I can’t be single for the rest of my life. And I’m not like Yugi, I can’t jump into meaningless situations. I like Tristan, a lot. Tristan seems to like me. Case closed.

Damn Duke for causing him all this lingering doubt. Tristan was not Duke. But they did share some stuff in common. And Duke was lovely at first. And everyone at this point knew how that story ended.

Let that dice earring wearing idiot go… once and for all… stop thinking about him… stop letting him hurt you.

Tristan winked at him from across the room and Joey winked back. He was posed naked after all, not really supposed to be moving. He was working. Joey smiled to himself a little, Tristan was taking him out for coffee tonight. He explained on Saturday that waiting until the weekend was too long of a wait for a second date. Joey wasn’t sure if this was going to be considered a second date or not. But it didn’t much matter.

He was spending more time with the object of his affections. That’s all that mattered.

Class ended. Joey waited until everyone else had left before he stood up. Tristan helped Joey put his robe back on. “What’s that look on your face?” Joey asked as Tristan held his hand as they walked towards the bathroom.

“I just wish I wasn’t putting your clothes back on.”

“Pervert. Not all of us have mirrors over our beds you know.”

“You’ll never get over that will you?”

“No,” Joey admitted with a s. J. Joey walked into a stall and shut the door.

“Do you have a preference? Do you have a favorite coffee place?” Tristan leaned against a wall.

“No, as long as it’s not one of those java huts where people beat on bongos and recite poetry about bird poop.”

“Bird poop?”

“Yugi made me go to one of those places once with him. Yami, Yugi’s situation at the time, was saying that he went there all the time. So we went to become more cultured like Yami. It was horrible.” Tristan smirked. “This guy’s poem lasted a full half hour and it was about bird shit, I swear to God.”

“That’s a unique experience.”

“I guess that’s what best friends are for.”

“I guess so.” Tristan thought for a moment. “You said Yami? That name sounds familiar.”

“Seto Kaiba’s pre-fiancé.”

“Ahh… that’s why. I didn’t get that, how are you someone’s pre-fiancé? Either you’re engaged or your not.”

“That’s what Yugi and I said. They’re so full of shit.”

“Bitter? I thought you were friends with them.”

“Hardly.” Tristan smirked. Joey opened the bathroom stall. “This look okay for a coffee house?”

“Yes. I like the jeans.”

“Yugi gave them to me for my birthday.”

“I like them. They’d look better around your ankles though.” Joey made a face but laughed anyway.

“He’s good at buying me clothes. Usually. Do you let your friends buy you things?”

“Don’t really have close friends that I’d want clothes from. My friends from my hometown and I rarely touch base. And I made the mistake of dating my best friend. So when the relationship ended…”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Tristan.”

“Hey, I have the motorcycle, she’s my friend.”

“And you can look at yourself in the mirror whenever you want.” Tristan pushed him. Joey laughed.


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“You always look cute after you out out of the shower.” Yugi looked up into chocolate eyes and smiled. “I warmed up dinner for you.”

“Thanks, Kura.” Yugi was back to his alternate personality… sweet, gentle and affectionate. Bakura wasn’t sure which persona he liked better, he just knew that everything about Yugi thrilled him. “You really didn’t have to make dinner for me.”

“I wanted to.” Bakura had been over a lot in the last couple of months. He knew his way around Yugi’s kitchen. “Sit.” Yugi did. Bakura came over with a plate and some lemonade. “Here, Babyface.”

Yugi smiled brightly at him. “How come you treat me so well?” Bakura shrugged, although there was a good answer to Yugi’s question. Bakura just didn’t feel right about this just being a sex thing. Sure, by there being no strings attached Bakura had no obligations to Yugi, he could do what he wanted with who he wanted. That was part of the reason he had broken it off with Ryou. The guy was too clingy nee needy.

This arrangement gave him infinite space. But part of him didn’t want space. He wanted Yugi. To himself. What that meant, he wasn’t sure. He did have a possessive streak. Yugi sleeping with other guys was both a turn on and a turn off. The thought that Yugi spent his weekends seducing gentlemen callers was hot. But being one of them wasn’t as hot… he didn’t know whether to be disgusted by it or aroused.

“This is so good, Bakura. Thank you.” Bakura smiled at him. Yugi sighed contently as he took a meatball to his mouth and sucked on it. Bakura made a face. “You know how crazy I am about big, meaty balls, Kura.” Bakura laughed.

Yugi sighed contently. He wasn’t sure why Joey disliked the white-haired man so much. Bakura was the only one of his male companions beside Joey who didn’t strictly view him as a sex object. Yugi wasn’t bitter about it, he found nothing wrong with what he was doing. He always used protection. Except with Joey and Bakura. And he had been using protection with Bakura up until recently.

There was still emptiness in these relationships. Yugi was a toy, and he was well aware of it. And even though he enjoyed turning guys on, seducing them…playing with them… he did feel loneliness. Joey filled that loneliness most of the time, but Yugi knew deep down that eventually, sooner or later… Joey would find someone and be happy with him.

He had seen the look in Tristan’s eyes when Joey had walked into the room for their first date. Tristan was smitten, that was for sure. And the fact that Joey and him were going out to get coffee after class tonight was saying something.

He wanted Joey to be happy, of course, but that just made that empty feeling worse. Which was why he appreciated Bakura so much. He considered Bakura a friend, and he saw Bakura more often then he saw anyone else. He slept with Bakura more often than the rest of these guys, except Joey. What Joey didn’t realize was, that he did it for Yugi… there was rarely a need for Yugi to find someone else to have sexual relations with when Joey was around.

It was only when Joey and him stopped sleeping together that Yugi looked for that comfort elsewhere. And nine times out of ten, he called Bakura for it. Bakura was a true friend, it hadn’t happened over night, but in the beginning, a few times after they had had sex they’d have genuine conversations until it got to the point that they were dating. Well, kind of.

All Joey saw was Bakura hanging around, with a hard-on, waiting for the blond to leave so he could screw Yugi into the sheets. But that wasn’t the case. Bakura was always patient, and understanding. Yugi had feelings for him, he wasn’t sure what they were exactly. They weren’t what he felt for Yami or Joey. But there was some level of affection there, and Yugi appreciated that. Bakura was goo him him, even though he didn’t have to be. Yugi had established a purely physical relationship with him, like he established with all of the guys. Bakura was the one that had changed that.


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“Would your boyfriend like anything?” the cashier at the coffee house asked, Tristan. Joey blushed a little, giving Tristan a small look and then looking at his feet. This hadn’t been the first time someone had assumed they were together. Tristan liked holding Joey’s hand, and sneaking little kisses all the time, he was affectionate, and charming. And Joey agreed with Yugi, that Tristan and him made a very handsome pair.

“What do you want, Joey? My treat.”

“Tristan, no… you’ve spent enough on me on Friday.”

“That was days ago, Joey.” Joey made a face. “I invited you out for coffee, so I’m buying.”

“I can pay my own way.”

“I don’t doubt you can.”

“Tristan…”

“You’re holding up the line, Joey.” Joey sighed, and looked at Tristan. The cashier looked at them.

“I’ll have what he’s having.”

“Double mocha latte?” Joey nodded. “Alright, two doubles, coming up.” Tristan paid the cashier without thought, and they waited to the side to pick up their drinks.

“See, Joey, this is why chivalry is dead.”

“Oh shush.” Joey turned away from him.

“Hey.” Tristan grabbed Joey’s arm and looked at him seriously. “Why do you make such a fuss about things like this?”

“I learned a while ago that you don’t let yourself get dependent on someone else, Tristan.” Tristan made a face.

“Dependent? It’s a coffee. I didn’t buy you a car.” Joey looked at Tristan then looked away. “What?”

“Forget it.”

“Joey, I don’t want you to be mad at me. I’m sorry, you said you wanted to pay for yourself and I had to go being a jackass.” Joey looked into hazel eyes. “I just, I like paying for things… but if it’s making you uncomfortable… I’ll stop…”

“I like being bought things, Tristan. But I don’t want you to think I expect you to buy everything. I can buy my own lattes.” Tristan smiled.

“Okay, Joey.” He kissed Joey on the cheek softly. Joey smiled.

“You can’t tease me…if you’re going to kiss me then kiss me. This cheek crap is weak.” Tristan’s smile grew and he leaned over and kissed Joey full on the lips. Joey whimpered, Tristan’s lips were becoming very familiar. Not that that was bad thing.

“Gods, you’re so cute right after we kiss. You make this little face.” Joey looked at him and blushed. “You’re even cuter when you’re red, Joey.”

“Guys…” Tristan turned to a female voice from behind the counter. Their drinks were ready.

“Here.” Joey took his drink from Tristan’s hand and they headed for a newly vacated table in the corner of the bistro. Tristan pulled Joe Joey’s chair and Joey sat down, smiling. “I don’t know what you’re so happy about. You owe me money for the double mocha latte.”

“Such a jerk!”

“You love it though…”

“Please.” Joey laughed a little, Tristan leaned over the table and kissed Joey once more. Joey melted, he loved this…Tristan’s lips just felt right pressed up against his. Tristan tasted good, he smelt better…he really really liked him… and he definitely liked the feel of Tristan’s lips very much.

“What was that for?” Joey asked, a grin on his face once the kiss was over.

“Mocha latte’s always taste better when your lips are warmed up first.”

“You just made that up.”

“Yes, yes I did.” They both laughed.

“I’ve never met someone like you, Tristan. You’re just too perfect.”

“Not perfect. Just perfect for you.” Joey’s eyebrows lifted. “Okay, that sounded cocky.”

“Just a tad.”

“I meant, I’m perfect for you because I’m a pleasant distraction from the humdrumness of your life.”

“Its only getting worse, Tristan. Your explanation makes you sound conceited.”

“Okay, let me try again. I’m perfect for you because I’m falling for you faster than I’ve ever fallen for anyone. I’ve thrown away all my notions about not wanting another relationship. I’ve become more like the “me” I used to be before love hurt me. You put a smile on my face and keep it there, you’re always in my thoughts. When I’m not with you I’m anticipating our next meeting, I’m one hundred percent into you.”

Joey searched Tristan’s face.

“The bottom line is, Joey, I came to the conclusion after my last romantic hang-up that at 25 years of age I have yet to ever be in love. I don’t think I ever believed in being in love, Joey. Being the cynic I am, I assumed that people who were claiming to be in love were suffering from a prolonged period of lust. After all, how many people pronounce that they are in love and then turn around and betray their loved ones? The point to this longwinded diatribe is that with you, for the first time in my life, I can see myself falling in love. In this ridiculously short period of time we’ve known each other, you’ve brought out emotions in me I didn’t know a human could actually experience. I now know what it means to allialling in love. You make a believer out of me, Joey.”

Tristan’s and Joey’s eyes locked. Either that had been the best come on line Joey had ever heard in his whole damn life… or…. Fuck, he didn’t even know the “or”….

Millions of emotions were everywhere ate…
e…

“Tristan…”

“I meant every last word, Joey,” Tristan answered, anticipating Joey’s statement before he said it. “I know what you’re going to say. This thing is moving too fast…but it’s like a freight train, I’m powerless to stop it.”

“I don’t want you to stop it, Tristan” Joey whispered. Tristan leaned back over the table, Joey meeting him there.

They kissed each other again, for the first time. Joey could feel all of Tristan’s raw emotions through his lips. He could taste the fear and the longing on his tongue… he could savor his love… he could endure this out of control emotional freight train the way Tristan experienced it. There was no question n

Joey loved him.

He loved someone he didn’t know. Tristan was practically a stranger. But he loved him… He loved someone that wasn’t Duke… he loved Tristan. Loved him… for the first time in a year, that hole in his heart felt filled, he felt complete again… he felt like himself, like the man he was before Duke ruined him for future relationships…

This was terrifying.

Truly terrifying. But wonderful. He could love again. This yearlong curse was over, at least it felt that way. His heart was open again. He was free to be okay now… The hopelessness he had felt with Tristan on Saturday morning was leaving hnow now that he knew how Tristan felt… everything was good now…

“Oh gods, Joey…” Joey opened his eyes. It occurred to him, that if Joey could feel Tristan’s thoughts, then Tristan could probably feel his. The look in those hazel eyes told him he was right. “Joey…”

It was nice to see Tristan’s breath taken away for once.

“This is your first time, so I’ll let you in on a little secret, Tristan. It’s not really falling in love if you’re not horribly afraid.”
’ll ’ll keep that in mind.”

“And you’re right, Tristan.”

“About?”

“You’re perfect for me.”



Author’s Endnotes: Just in case you’re curious… biomedical engineers make prosthetics… among doing other things… it’s really cool… my friend is going to school for that. So if I need a new arm, she’s the one to call… Let’s see, hope you enjoyed the lemon… As I was saying to ACID, I can’t stand writing them… until I actually get past all the preliminary stuff… once I do I’m on writing autopilot. Haha, Bakura and Yugi’s song is Touc by Monifah… that’s funny. Next chapter we have another Tristan and Joey date, and we get to learn about Tristan’s background, his past relationships… Tristan has no close friends? Why, has he been killing them? LOL… Anyway, all kinds of fun fluffy stuff to come…Joey finally gets a new job, and we finally see just what happened between Seto and Joey in a detailed flashback… please review… and here’s a taste of what’s going on next:

“So why did youide ide to major in physical therapy, Joey?”

“I wanted to meet guys.”

“Has it worked?” Tristan asked, taking a bite of his salad.

“No. But that’s okay. I met you anyway.” They both smiled.

“So why’d you really decide to be a physical therapist?”

“You don’t believe I wanted to meet guys?”

“No. Yugi seems like the type who’d major in something for those reasons. You’re too down to earth.”