Torn Apart

Ok I know I may have upset some people with the ending of the last chapter but I need it for the story to progress, Just remember I haven't finished yet! ^_^

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Tristan let out a long shaky breath as his head thudded back against the wall. Duke knelt in front of him, running his tongue along the underside of Tristan’s increasingly hardening member, before taking it into his mouth. He could hear Tristan above him trying to stifle a moan and feel the others fingers rake through his hair. They were in the stall of the bathroom of a bar that the gang frequented quite often. They were their tonight because Mokuba was taking Haruka out and thought it would be good if everyone could meet up again. Duke had been quite keen on the idea, he hadn’t seen Tristan since that night last week and this was a perfect opportunity to get close to him again.

He was a little hurt that Tristan was gone by the time he had woken up and had been purposely avoiding him ever since. How was he supposed to explain his actions if the brunet didn’t let him? But that hurt had been nothing when Tristan had turned up this evening with his ex girlfriend hanging off his arm. He couldn’t believe it…well actually he could. It was just the sort of thing Tristan would do, that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna say anything. After that night he couldn’t stand remaining quiet anymore, not after experiencing what he had been craving for so long. It was impossible for him to go back to how it had been before. So Duke took his chance when Tristan finally went to the bathroom, almost at the end of the evening, which was how they got into their current situation.

“Ahhh…wait…nnnh…” Tristan’s fingers tighten in Duke’s hair, he must be getting close now. Duke took him deeper into his throat, one hand working the part that his mouth couldn’t reach. His other hand moved tentatively round Tristan’s back, a finger toying with his puckered opening. He knew he shouldn’t do it, Tristan had even gone as far as to say not to go anywhere near his ass, but he couldn’t stop himself. How was he supposed to open him open to new experiences if he didn’t push some boundaries? And at this present moment in time Tristan really didn’t seem that bothered, he may even actually like it. Seeing that the brunet was already so close, Duke threw caution to the wind and inserted his finger and in a lucky move struck Tristan’s prostate dead on. Crying out, Tristan exploded into Duke’s waiting mouth. Sitting back Duke swallowed. Before he could do anything else though he was shoved back.

“Get off of me!” Tristan just about reframed from shouting as hurriedly stomped away.

“Hey wait…Tristan!” Duke hurriedly got to his feet chasing Tristan out of the cubical. Being faster on his feet than the brunet, Duke grabbed him before he reached the door. Tristan pulled his arm free from Duke’s grasp.

“I told you not to do that!”

“I know…I’m sorry…I thought you wouldn’t mind. You seemed to be enjoying…”

“I was not!” Tristan cut in angrily. “I told you not to and you just did it anyway!”

“Well I’m not exactly thrilled that you went running back to your ex the first chance you got!”

“I didn’t. Not that it’s any of your business but she came back to me.”

“Oh and you just jumped at the chance to get back together with that bitch!”

“Hey! She’s not…”

“Oh wake up Tristan. Kaoru only got back with you because the guy she dumped you for kicked her to the curb. I just can’t understand what you see in her.” Tristan seemed to calm for the moment. Duke could see him mentally try to decide what to believe, him or her. Duke’s heart lurched when Tristan looked to him, eyes full of confusion. ‘Can’t you see how much I love you, you big dope?’ he thought. Steeling himself, Duke moved forward hoping the brunet wouldn’t shy away. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.” he said softly, reaching up to touch Tristan’s cheek. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tristan’s hand twitch as if not sure whether to push him away or not. Duke carried on regardless…he had to make Tristan understand. “I could never throw you away and hurt you the way she did.” Duke reached up and wrapped his arms around Tristan’s neck, all his fear from before gone. He couldn’t bear to see him back with Kaoru. He couldn’t face being around them again. He’d do anything to make sure that didn’t happen, even saying the secret he had kept hidden so well until that time last week. “You deserve to be with some one who loves you…like I do.”

“I’m not gay.” Tristan said pulling Duke’s arms down from his neck.

“But you let me touch you.” Duke replied taking hold of Tristan’s hands before he could let go. “Twice. If you didn’t like it wouldn’t you have pushed me away?” Looking closely Duke could see the beginnings of a blush starting to stain the brunet’s cheeks. Duke stepped closer still, till their lips were almost touching. “See…if you don’t like it then shouldn’t you have moved back by now?” Not waiting for a reply Duke brought their lips together, kissing him softly.

It seemed like an eternity to Duke before Tristan began to tentatively kiss him back. It lasted about a split second however as soon after he was shoved away.

“I’m not gay!” Tristan almost shouted making a break for the door and again with Duke chasing after him.

“Please Tristan wait! I’m sorry.”

“No, stop it! Just leave me alone.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you.” Tristan turned around and Duke almost ran into him. Seizing the opportunity Duke grasped Tristan’s jacket. “Please…don’t go back to that woman.” Leaning forward he rested his head against Tristan’s shoulder. “You can…you can have me if you want. I’ll let you fuck me.” Both stood like that for a while, neither moving. Suddenly Tristan pushed him back. “Tristan?” Duke questioned, looking up he saw him staring off to the side, a mix of fear and anger on his face. Following his gaze duke saw Haruka standing awkwardly right in front of them, looking quite bemused.

“Um…You know what, I don’t need to go anymore.” She turned to leave but Tristan pushed passed her first.

“We weren’t doing anything.” He said quietly but in an annoyed tone of voice as he passed her. It seemed his anger had won out over fear of being found in that position. Duke stood where he was, only just realising that they were no longer standing in the toilets.

“I didn’t see anything, ok?” Haru said before leaving as well. Fuck! Was the only word that went through Duke’s mind. Fuck Fuckidy Fuck Fuck Fuck. He wanted to scream. He wanted to get rid of Kaoru. He wanted to punch Tristan for being such an idiot. And he wanted to kick himself for causing so much anguish for the one person he loved and cared for the most.

Walking back into the bar he saw Tristan had immediately gone over to Kaoru. He guessed that was his answer then. Sighing heavily he went over and joined Haru, who Joey had finally left alone. Honestly he had been glued to her side all evening.

“I swear I didn’t see anything.” She said as soon as he sat down beside her.

“It’s ok. I’m not the one that minds.”

“Yeah, I kinda guessed that…I mean not that I saw anything…but if I had, that’s what I would’ve thought.”

“Really I don’t care. My god you must think me pretty pathetic huh?” Duke groaned, slumping in his chair. It was a while before Haru responded.

“How long has it been going on?” she asked.

“Since last week but I’ve kind of been in love with him for months now. But he won’t accept it and now he’s back with his ex. I just don’t know what to do.”

“Mmm…unrequited love’s a bitch isn’t it?”

“You talk as if you know.”

“Doesn’t everyone.” She replied off handily. “Though I guess some people feel it more than others.” Duke gazed over a Tristan…yeah this was the worst he had ever felt about it. He didn’t think there was anyone he had felt like this over.

“It’s not fair.” He mumbled burying his face in his arms on the table.”

“If there was only a magic solution to make it go away huh? I wish I could help.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Duke lifted his head up from his arms. “It’s my problem.”

“Hey Haru!” called Mokuba. “Our rides here.”

“Ok.” She called back. “I wish you luck.” Haru said patting Dukes back as she got up.

“Thanks.”

“Oh and for what it’s worth I think you two look really good together.” She said before heading for the door. “Not that I saw anything.” Duke watched her and Mokuba leave and said goodbye to Yugi and Tea when they left soon after. Tristan and Kaoru snuck out later, which suited him fine. He didn’t want to see them leave together anyway. Not wanting to go home alone, again, Duke sat at the bar, nursing his drink, shoulders slumped. He thought everyone had gone when he heard the scrap of the stool beside him and voice say…

“Wow man, you look about as good as I feel.” Duke turned and saw Jou sitting next to him.

“Woo you made me jump, I didn’t think anybody else was here.”

“I don’t feel like going home yet.”

“Yeah me neither.” Both sat in silence for a while before Duke could stand it no longer. “I know you’re probably not gonna tell me, cos you haven’t so far but I’ve got to ask, just what the hell is wrong with you?” it seemed like forever before Joey responded and when he did it was only one word.

“Kaiba.” To be honest Duke was surprised that he answered at all. Any other time the subject was mentioned Joey would always go quiet, which for Joey just wasn’t right.

“Geez Jou, are you that miffed he came back?” Man and he thought there was a limit to how much you could hate someone. Duke had thought they had been on good terms after the whole chained thing during school but apparently not.

“No it’s not that, I’m…I’m hap…I’m miffed about who he came back with.” Jou said sullenly as of he really didn’t want to.

“Who? Haruka? What have you…” Joey stopped Duke dead with a look that that he had seen on his own face far too often recently. “…oh…wow…seriously Kaiba?” He had to ask. It was kind of hard to believe. Although it did explain why Joey had been moping the past couple of years…ever since Kaiba left. It was kinda obvious when you stopped and thought about it.

“Yeah Kaiba,” Joey sighed heavily. “And yeah I know he’s an egotistical, arrogant, cheating bastard but I…I can’t help it.”

“Does he know?”

“Yeah, we used to go out.” Duke almost choked on his drink.

“What! Since when?”

“Last year of school.”

“School!” Duke exclaimed trying to get his head around this sudden revelation. “Jesus Christ Joey you kept that quiet! Shit school…that’s like 5, 6 years ago! Why are you telling me now?”

“Because I’m tired of letting it get me. Kaiba’s moved on and I need to too. It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“No, no, I’m…I’m just a little shocked. You and Kaiba huh? Wow and you were together all that time?” Joey nodded. “Did you break up when he left?” Joey shook his head, again saying nothing. “Was it before then…?”

“We didn’t break up at all.” Jou cut in. Duke looked to Joey with an ever growing empathy of why he had been behaving the way he had.

“So…so he just left without a word” Duke didn’t want to believe that someone, even someone like Kaiba, would treat someone else like that.

“Not exactly…well it’s more like…well we were arguing, I know shocking, but he told me he was leaving 2 days before hand. A little notice would have been nice but he did say he would only be gone for a couple of weeks. I remember thinking at the time that it might be good to be able to have some time apart, I just didn’t think it would be this long.”

“And you haven’t spoken at all since then?”

“Nope, nothing. I mean I tried but got nothing back. I kind of got the hint after a while and gave up.”

“That asshole.”

“You know the saddest part? That even after everything he’s done to me all the crap that he’s put me through…I still love that asshole. I can’t seem to stop myself. God I’m such a masochist.” Jou groaned resting his head in his hands. Duke couldn’t help but smile to himself, Jou’s situation sounding oh so familiar.

“You know, if you had told me this a few months ago I would have thought you were nuts. But not now…now I understand completely.” Joey raised his head up, regarding Duke closely.

“Is that the reason why you’re still moping here?”

“Pretty much, except its Tristan instead of Kaiba.”

“Really, Tristan?” Joey asked, looking like he was fighting a smirk that was threatening to appear.

“Hey, I don’t know what you’re finding so funny but I’m not the one pinning over a married arrogant prick!”

“Oh he maybe an arrogant prick but at least he’s bi. I’m not the one chasing after a straight guy!”

“He’s not that straight. That’s why it’s so frustrating. Here I am someone who actually loves him but instead he picks that girl who doesn’t give shit either way. What’s the matter with him?”

“Because he’s an idiot, he’s always been an idiot. You know it, I know it. He’s always been a sucker for a pretty face…so if he was gonna change for anyone it would be for you…and that is not a come on.” Jou added as an after thought.

“No, no, I know. I’m far too normal for your tastes huh?”

“You’re not that normal dice boy.” They left the bar soon after, both walking as it really wasn’t that far from their respective homes. Even though nothing had been solved that evening, it was nice being able to talk to someone about this. Especially someone like Joey who, he now knew, understood completely what he was going through. They both stopped when they came to Duke’s home.

“I feel for you man, I do.” Joey sympathised patting him on the shoulder. “Out of everyone, Tristan’s the one I was most afraid of telling about me and Kaiba, probably one of the reasons I didn’t tell anyone really.”

“Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.” Duke said back. “You should go talk to him, find out what actually happened. Seriously you should go.”

“Easier said that done.” Joey replied gloomily, sitting off again. “See you around Duke.”

“Later Jou.” Duke called after him before coming inside out of the cold. He bet it was gonna snow any day now. Collapsing on his couch, he yawned loudly, stretching out like a cat. He must have ended up dozing slightly cos the next thing he knew he was being woken up by a knock at his door. Hauling himself to his feet Duke checked his watch, 1:30am. Who the hell was here at this hour! Grumbling he moved over to the door. All drowsiness left his eyes when he saw Tristan standing on the other side.

“She broke up with me.” Tristan stated flatly, staring straight at him.

“What?” Was all his muddled brain could come up with.

“Kaoru, she broke up with me.” He repeated. Duke was trying to find the usual signs of upset that he displayed when he was dumped, the whole end of the world talk, but in Tristan’s blank face he found nothing.

“So.”

“So…I wanted to see you.” There it was, that slight sad look in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare ask me to comfort you about this Tristan.” Duke said coldly willing himself not to give in to the other, Duke turn his back to him, strengthening his resolve. “If that’s all you’ve come for you should just go.” Before he could close the door, he felt strong arms wrap around him. He heard his door slam shut and Tristan’s body pressed against his back.

“You want to know why we broke up?” Tristan asked softly. Duke bit back a moan as the others breathe ghosting over his ear.

“I don’t care.” Duke cried, annoyed by his lust filled mind at a moment like this. He didn’t need this Duke thought as he fought to get out of the brunet’s strong hold. “Let me go!”

“It’s because of you.” Tristan continued ignoring Duke’s outburst. Duke quit struggling at his words. Beside’s Tristan was stronger than him and if he didn’t want to let him go, then he wasn’t going anywhere.

“How is it my fault? I didn’t do anything.”

“Kaoru said that it always feels as if I’m thinking of someone else.” Tristan’s lips travel down Duke’s neck. “And she’s right, I am.” One of Tristan’s hands started slowly moving down Duke’s body, fingers sliding beneath Duke’s waist band. “You.” Tristan’s hand plunged down and immediately started to stroke Duke’s member in earnest.

“No…don’t!” Duke tried to pull Tristan’s arm but with his limited leverage it was having very little effect. But the effect Tristan was having on his body was a lot more apparent. “…please…let go…” he panted, his breath becoming laboured as heat spread from his groin.

“What you said…I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.” Tristan whispered into his ear before biting it gently. ‘Huh?’ Duke froze. ‘He didn’t mean “that” did he?’ all thought left him as Tristan’s hand worked a more frantic pace on his hardening length. Moaning aloud Duke arched his back at the glorious sensation thumping through him. Duke groaned low in his throat as he felt Tristan’s own erection pressed against his hip.

“Ever since then I can’t stop thinking about taking you.” Maybe in attempt to emphases his point Tristan’s hips started to roll, rubbing himself between Duke’s cheeks.

“Nnn……” Duke could imagine what it would feel like to have Tristan thrust into him, much more thick and satisfying than his own fingers. No! This wasn’t right. Duke shook his head trying to clear it. Something was wrong…it didn’t feel right. Taking in a shaky breath it hit him…that smell…alcohol.

Obviously not expecting Duke to resist anymore, Tristan’s hold had loosened giving him the opportunity to wrench himself free.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” he exclaimed once free, glaring daggers at the brunet. “You’re drunk and upset over Kaoru and that’s the only reason you’re here!”

“No…I…”

“Don’t lie! I can smell it all over you! You don’t want me Tristan! You made that more than clear today and fucking with my feelings like this is just cruel! I don’t want you to do this, then regret it and blame it on the drink, not like last time. I’m not gonna give you that excuse!” It was hard to say this all but he needed to. He couldn’t live on false hope anymore. “You should just go. Go take a cold shower or something…sober up.” Duke couldn’t look at him, couldn’t watch him leave, who knew if he would be able to control himself and not run after him. Even as he stood there with is eyes screwed shut, he could feel his resolve breaking. His eyes flow open when he felt two hands cup his face.

“I’ll shower, if you shower with me.” Tilting Duke’s head upwards, Tristan kissed him soundly, sliding his tongue into Duke’s surprised mouth. Duke couldn’t help but kiss him back, his own tongue venturing out to meet its visitor. Before he could melt into it completely, Tristan moved away. Grabbing Duke’s arm, he dragged him to the bathroom and shoved him into his shower unit. Following him in after, Tristan turned it on and water started spraying all over their still clothed forms.

“Tris…what are you…?” He was silenced by Tristan cupping his face and kissing him again. Duke was too stunned to argue, so he just let him do what he wanted. They broke apart, too soon for Duke’s liking but Tristan kept his hands where they were.

“Wh…wha…?” Duke tried to ask again in his dazed state.

“I want to show you how serious I am.” An intense look entered Tristan’s eyes as he stared down at him. Duke started to tremble and he knew it had nothing to do with the cold water running over him.

Tristan’s seriousness was made abruptly clear as Duke found himself divest of his clothing and pined against his tiled wall. A shudder ran through him as Tristan held him from behind, he could feel the brunet’s erection, which the cold water had done nothing to quill, pressed between his ass cheeks. Duke let out a shaky breath he didn’t realise he was holding, what was wrong with him? He’d barely been touched and yet his own length was already so hard and wet. Tristan’s hands reached forward a turned the heat up, much to Duke’s relief, the cold didn’t seem to be having an effect anyway. Tristan trailed hot lips along the white nape of his neck, while his hands rubbed Duke’s nipples between his fingers.

“Aaahhh.” Duke cried, his nipples becoming hard and erect under the sweet torture. His hips shock and pushed back against Tristan’s arousal. “Please…now…fuck me now.” Duke begged. “I need…I need you.” Taking a step back, Tristan’s long fingers, sopping with body soap, deftly plunged inside Duke’s twitching opening. Duke screamed out in pleasure as Tristan’s fingers moved inside of him, seeking for that spot he knew would drive him crazy.

“Aahhh!” Duke screamed again when Tristan found his prostate. “Ah! More! Please…deeper...” he began to plead, losing control as Tristan teased his sensitive nub. Instead pushing his fingers deeper, Tristan removed them but placed the head of his own dipping arousal at his hole, ready to thrust inside.

“Shall I put something even better in this time?” Duke nodded readily, his arms coming out to brace himself against the wall. Tristan grabbed hold of Duke’s hips and drove himself deeply into Duke waiting passage. Duke cried out when Tristan entered him but moaned as he pulled him even closer, piercing him deeper. Being penetrated while standing made tingles of pleasure dance from Duke’s hips to his spine and all the way to the crown of his head. Sheathed to the hilt, Tristan began to gently move his hips. Out of his mind, Duke’s starving body took over, demanding greater pleasure.

“More!” Tristan complied, pulling him closer striking his prostate dead on. The shower was filled with lewd sounds of Tristan’s thrusts and Duke’s breathy moans. Duke was in heaven, every time Tristan thrust back inside of him, Duke met him with one of his own. “Ah…harder! Fuck me harder!” he begged and Tristan answered by pounding into him again and again. Tristan cried out his release and Duke reached his soon after, overcome by the sensation of Tristan coming inside him.

Both leant against the wall, panting heavily. As they stood there Tristan started to brush light kisses along his shoulder. Coming down from his orgasm Duke noticed that Tristan was still inside of him and still hard.

“See what you do to me? Once just isn’t enough.” Tristan whispered in his ear making Duke groaned in anticipation, his own member rearing back to life. Pulling out, Tristan pick Duke up and carried him his room, where they fucked again. Slowly and passionately. When they had finished Duke held him close, never wanting to let go of the man he loved.

“Please be here when I wake up. I want to know it wasn’t a dream.” He mumbled sleepily. Tristan pulled himself out of Duke’s hold, looking down on his exhausted form. A warm smile spread across his face.

“I’ll be here.” He said before allowing their lips to meet in a leisurely kiss.

“I love you.” Duke said softly as he drifted off to sleep, missing Tristan’s reply.

“I know.”


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