I Give My Heart To You

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.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A 3 WAY LEMON SETO/YAMI/YUGI**

“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]]
Dream sequences
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 7

Later that morning, Bakura and a limping Ryou came outside to find the others participating in a heated game of soccer. Yugi was attempting to pass the ball to Joey around a short, raven haired whirlwind. Amara watched, holding Kira against her chest, the baby sitting on the picnic table.

“Amara, can I talk to you?” Ryou asked, coming to stand beside her.

She patted the seat next to her, “Sure.”

Ryou winced at the thought of sitting, “Can we go for a walk instead?” Bakura sat down opposite Amara, snickering.

“A bit full of yourself aren’t you?”

“No,” the spirit smirked. “Ryou is.”

‘He did not just say that,’ she thought.

Ryou turned a similar shade of an overripe tomato. “Gods, ‘Kura.”

Standing, she handed the baby to him. “You get the honors since you broke Ryou.”

“He’s not broken, he’s just bent.” Bakura grumbled, staring at the cooing child, “Has she been drained and padded?”

“Oh yeah, dry and tinkle free.” Bakura frowned; he didn’t like the grin Amara gave him as she walked away.

“You’re up to something,” Ryou smiled.

“Me? No!” She tried to look innocent, failing miserably. “What do you want to talk about?”

Ryou stuffed his hands in his pockets, unsure how to start.

Amara decided to help the conversation along. “You and he...um...you know?”

“We made love,” Ryou whispered. She waited patiently for him to continue. “He was gentle, just...”

“What?” she had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t like what was about to be said.

Ryou took a deep breath, “He lost control.”

“Is that why you are limping?” Amara kept her voice even.

He blushed, shaking his head, “Maybe a little but no. I-I liked it. It made me feel wanted and loved.”

“The loss of control?” Ryou nodded. “Did you tell him that?”

“No. I couldn’t figure out how.”

Amara frowned, “You can talk to me, but you can’t him, your other half and you’re sleeping with him?” That made no sense to her.

Ryou dug the toe of his shoe in the grass.

“Ryou. Angel, you have to talk to him. You have to tell him what you like and dislike, he won’t know otherwise. I’m just giving you two a push but I can’t be a go between.”

“I’m afraid of his reaction,” he admitted.

“He’s trying, and you have to as well.” Ryou looked up at her through his bangs. “You have to put that fear aside and stand up to him. He needs that just as much as you need to be treated gently. Don’t try to dominate him, that’d go over like a fart in church.” Ryou snickered at her comment. “You’re learning about each other as well as yourselves. You both have been shut away from the world for whatever reasons; it’s time to reenter it.”

“It’s hard, trusting someone enough to let yourself be vulnerable around them.” Ryou stared back at the patio where Bakura was clapping Kira’s hands together gently, pointing to the soccer game. Everyone had ‘dog piled’ on top of Yami.

“Tell me about it.” Amara giggled when she saw the King of Thieves lift Kira up checking his pants, then patting her bottom. “And Bakura took advantage of your vulnerability too.”

Ryou nodded, “He said I was his possession.”

“How did you feel about that?”

“I like it, he wants me, wants to take care of me. I want to take care of him too, just...it’s hard to describe.” Ryou turned to her, “I told him he was mine too.” Amara raised an eyebrow in question. “He smiled.”

“Ryou, I know you like the feelings that Bakura’s possessiveness and dominance gives you, but it can go too far.” Amara held Ryou’s gaze, deadly serious. “Maybe you should ask Bakura if you can take him. “Wh “Why?” Ryou’s eyes looked like saucers.

“Equality. That’s the basis for a healthy relationship. Sure you go to extremes on occasion to please each other but the middle is where you need to be and that means you both end up on the receiving end.
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Amara was confused when Ryou’s face went blank then he began to laugh. “What?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” he chuckled.

Just then a roar echoed across the lawn. “RA BE DAMNED!!! SHE SHIT ON ME!!!” Amara fell down, rolling with laughter.

“You knew,” Ryou accused, helping her up.

She nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes, “I suspected it’d happen soon. And after he scared me in the kitchen, I was hoping.”

“I guess we better go save Kira from Bakura. He may send her to the Shadow Realm,” he pointed to the prone soccer players in the grass. “They don’t sto bto be in any condition to help.”

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Lunch was set up in the game room, which had been commandeered for a poker game, by the time Bakura came back down.

Tristan inhaled deeply, “Spring time fresh.”

“Shut the fuck up,” the spirit growled, sitting next to Ryou, stealing Yami’s sandwich. “I am NEVER touching that child of yours again, little sister.” He glared at said child, sitting contentedly in her swing between her mother and Seto.

Kira gurgled at him, sticking her tongue out, drooling. Taking a napkin, Seto wiped her chin.

“Looks like someone’s hooked,” Joey teased.

Seto threw a napkin at him, “No dog drool on the cards please.” Joey stuck his tongue out, panting.

“Who’s bet?” Yugi asked.

“Mine,” Tristan threw in some chips.

A chorus of “call” went around the table. Mokuba won the hand. Yami dealt the next.

“I’m going to miss these get-togethers when school starts,” Ryou said, arranging his cards.

“Man why did you have to say that?” Joey groaned.

“Well it is our senior year, guys,” Yugi said, placing two cards on the table.

“Well I for one am not ready for school to start,” Tristan took one card from the dealer. “I have to cut back on my hours, and I can sure use the money.”

“When do we get our schedules?” Mokuba asked, raising the bet by a chip.

“This week,” Seto raised by two more.

Amara paused, hand in the air, “You are still in high school?” she asked Seto.

He nodded, “It was a court ordered condition if I wanted to retain guardianship of Mokuba.”

“That sucks.”

“I for one wish it were already over, “Yugi shuffled the cards, “I can’t help Grandpa if I’m at school. He gets tired easy and the extra hours won’t be good for him.”

“I can help,” Amara laid three cards on the table. “I may have to get a refresher course on the register, but I have the time and I’m sure Grandpa would like to hang out with the little girl here.” She made a quick swipe at the never ending drool again.

“That would be great, Amara!” Yugi was practically bouncing in his chair. “I’m sure Grandpa will agree too.”

“Good then it’s settled. Between me and Yami, we’ll make sure Grandpa rests,” Amara’s grin matched the one on Yugi’s face. “I’m on the payroll!”

“I would just be glad to not have to spend my last week digging through the fire for salvageables,” Ryou tossed in five chips then added three more.

“I can help with that too,” Amara called the bet.

“Yeah, we all can, but maybe Tristan.” Joey raked in the pile of chips having won the hand.

“I can come by after work. My mom is going to see my sister and my dad will be working late since she won’t be home.”

“With everyone helping it will only take a few days and you can enjoy some of the week.” Yami placed a large stack of chips in the pot, smirking.

Seto added an equal amount to the growing pot. “I’ll have a crew come to your house on Monday with a moving van and all the necessary packing materials. It should only take a day then.” He smirked at the spirit of the puzzle as he claimed the pot. “And you may store your belongings in the unused portion of the garage until repairs are completed.”

Ryou blinked, twice before he found his tongue, “Thank you Kaiba, very much.”

Everyone stared, dumbfounded at the tall brunet as he shuffled the cards and dealt. “You enjoy doing that.” Amara said.

“Doing what?” An innocent looking Seto was even more unsettling than a generous Seto.

Amara sat out the next few hands to tend to baby duty. Yugi kept casting shy glances her way as she fed Kira. “Amara, how do you know how to work a cash register and play pool and poker so well?” he asked.

“One of the foster homes I lived in had a family owned shop. I helped out with this and that while I was there,” she set Kira over her shoulder to burp her. “And in another one, the man of the house liked to host guy’s night out parties. He had a pool table and they played cards every weekend.”

“Why did you live in foster homes?”

“Mokuba!” Seto scolded the raven haired boy.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. He’s got every right to ask.” Amara smiled warmly at the boy, “My mother abandoned me in the hospital when I was born. I lived in a foster home til I was one. They found my maternal grandparents then and I went to live with them. At five, when they died my mother came foreword to claim anything valuable they had. I went to live with her.” Amara put Kira back in her swing and took a soda from the snack table. “She was more concerned with drugs and men than me so I went to live with my paternal grandparents at six. They died at eight. It was foster homes til twelve. Then they put me with my mother again. That went about as good as it did the first time and it was foster homes again until I got pregnant. I stayed with a childless couple who had always been a part of my life from the start then I ended up here.”

She let Joey deal her in before finishing her tale. “I learned everything I could from whoever would show me, in the hopes of learning enough to make someone like me enough to keep me. I can run a store, steal a car and then fix it, cook, clean, gamble, fight, dance, garden, you name it.”

“Why didn’t anyone want to keep you?” Mokuba had completely forgotten about the game as Amara told her story.

“I ended up being labeled as undesirable. But it all worked out I guess.”

Throughout the next hand, Mokuba kept casting glances at Amara. “Have you ever been to a beach?” he asked her.

“No.”

He turned to his brother, “Seto.”

“Hmm?”

“Can we go to the beach house this last weekend before school?” Seto looked up from his cards. “I mean Amara’s never been and it is the last weekend before school and...” Mokuba started chewing his lower lip, “Please.”

He looked around the table, eyes landing on Tristan. “How early in the week can you get ofom wom work, Tristan?”

Tristan thought a moment, “If I open and close Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, then I should get off Thursday at noon.”

Seto nodded, “I’ll have Andrew and Tessa ready the house and we’ll leave Thursday afternoon.”

Mokuba launched himself out of his chair and around the table. He tackled Seto with enough force they would have ended up in the floor if not for Bakura’s quick thinking.

“Thank you big brother! You’re the best!”

“You’re better Mokuba.”

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Seto stood in the shadows, listening to Amara trying to convince Bakura into doing something.

“Just do it, Bakura.” Amara was half glaring at, half pleading with the spirit of the ring.

He rolled his eyes, “Why? We’re just going upstairs to bed.”

“You want to get laid again?” Bakura’s eyes went wide. “Then do it.”

Seto wasn’t too sure he wanted to hear any more of this conversation.

“It’s not how long you do it; it’s the fact that you just do it. It’s a romance thing.”

Bakura looked skeptical, “Where do you come up with all this romance stuff?”

“I’m a chick; it’s my job to know this stuff.”

“How is holding his hand up the stairs going to get me...”

Amara spun him around by his shoulders, cutting him off. “Just do it and be sure to kiss the back of his hand. You’ll see.” She shoved him towards the stairs to meet his hikari coming in from the living room.

She watched as Bakura took Ryou’s hand and raise it to his lips. Ryou blushed and whispered in Bakura’s ear. A slow grin spread across the spirit’s face.

Amara brushed her hands together, “Just check out the wood I made for him,” she muttered.

“For who?”

Amara jumped up, spinning around at the same time. Seto stood there smirking. “Don’t do that! You scared the shit out of me!” she hissed. “What were you doing, spying?”

“My house.”

“Good point,” her anger evaporated.

He followed her into the kitchen, “So what were you doing?”

“I was just helping Bakura and Ryou along a bit,” she held a soda out to Seto. He declined. “Bakura is a bit unsure of how to properly express his feelings to and for Ryou.”

“Unsure how to express his feelings?”

Amara set a jar of peanut butter and two chocolate bars on the counter. “He loves Ryou but has no idea how to show him,” she dug a piece of chocolate through the peanut butter, popping it into her mouth.

Seto grimaced, “That looks absolutely disgusting.”

“Ever tried it?”

“No.”

“Then don’t knock it,” she tossed him a chocolate bar, holding the open jar towards him.

“What did you tell him?” Seto copied Amara’s actions with the chocolate, looked at it oddly before gingerly tasted it.

“To let Ryou teach him,” she pushed her glass of milk towards him. “This helps it go down, that was a big bite for a rookie.”

He took a drink then ran a smaller piece through the thick spread, “What does he need to learn that he does not know?”

Amara gave the tall brunet, licking peanut butter from his thumb a hard look. Sometimes this intuitive man seemed really...dense. “Bakura was never shown love or tenderness. He cannot put into action something he never learned.”

“Loving someone comes naturally.”

“I have to disagree with you on that one,” she snitched a chunk of chocolate from Seto’s half eaten bar, receiving a frown from the blue eyed duelist. He pulled the remainder closer to him. “Children learn how to love or hate from those around them as they grow.”

“They also learn to feel nothing as well,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” He poured more milk for the two of them. “So did it work?”

She shrugged, “Time will tell. Ryou has to learn a few things too. They both have been away from people far too long.”

“They’re not the only ones.”

“You know people could hear you better if you’d speak up a bit.”

Seto shook his head dismissively, “So with some patience and luck Bakura will become a respected member of society and Ryou becomes the scourge.”

“Sarcasm does not suit you.” Amara ran her finger through the peanut butter, “Bakura will always be aggressive and abrasive to people just like Ryou will always be quiet and shy. But when it comes to their family and loved ones they’ll be less so. An entire lifetime of conditioning can’t be undone.”

“Very true,” Their conversation was beginning to hit too close to home for Seto’s comfort. He rose to leave, “That’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Wait til you try it with banana.”

He smiled, “It’s a date.”

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Seto was growing tired of pacing his room. He couldn’t sleep, so he tried to work, but the unmistakable sounds coming from Ryou’s room weren’t helping. He yanked open his door, storming downstairs. He paced in his office for exactly five minutes before going to the den and pouring himself a tumbler of brandy. He stared at it then poured the drink down the bar sink drain.

He walked into the living room and stood, staring out the patio doors. Yugi and his dark found him still standing there, two hours later.

“Seto, why are you down here?” Yugi asked.

“I live here, last time I checked.”

“You know what he means, Kaiba,” Yami said coldly.

Seto sighed, “I can’t sleep, simple as that.”

Feeling a small hand slip into his, Seto looked down into a pair of innocent violet eyes. “Seto, we only want to help.”

“No one can help me Yugi, the damage is too deep.”

“Even temporary relief has its benefits, Kaiba.” Yami slipped his hand into Seto’s free one.

He let himself be led back to his bedroom by the two look-a-like duelists. Once there, Yami removed Seto’s robe while Yugi pulled the blankets down. They both took Seto’s hands again, bringing him to the bed. Yugi jumped on the mattress, tugging the tall brunet up with him.

Once Seto was settled on the bed, Yugi kissed him quickly before jumping off. “Stay there.” He opened a cabinet, picking out several long brightly colored tubes and a bottle of lubricant. He jumped back on the bed. With a couple bounces for momentum, he jumped over Seto’s feet, landing in his dark’s lap. Laughing, he tossed the bottle in the air, “That’s for you.”

Chuckling, Yami set the bottle on a pillow then removed his light’s robe, tossing it to the floor with Seto’s. His own soon followed.

Yugi tore open a tube, pouring half the contents into his mouth. He leaned over to Seto, pulling him into a kiss, sharing the sweet powder with the tall teen.

“Do not be greedy, aibou. Leave some for me.” Yami eased his light aside, claiming the CEO’s lips for himself. “Ummm, cherry.” Yami moved along Seto’s jaw to his ear, trailing wet kisses in his wake.

Giggling, Yugi downed the rest of the power. He grabbed Yami’s hair, pulling him away from the brunet. “Have some more,” he kissed his dark hungrily.

Seto watched the pair with a hint of amusement. At times they were so different, at others, like now they seemed very similar.

{{As enjoyable as this is, aibou, let us not forget our other partner for tonight.}}

They turned equally lustful eyes to the brunet, causing a shiver to run through his lean body. Yami literally pounced on Seto, attacking his neck. Yugi tore open another sugar tube then began licking the pulse point on the opposite side. Finished, he sprinkled a small amount of blue sugar on the dampened skin.

Yami lightly nipped the skin beneath his lips. He kissed the small red mark then moved across the front of Seto’s neck. He hummed appreciatively when he reached the sweetness left behind by his light. Yugi sprinkled more sugar over the mark his dark had left and was lapping at it like a cat with a bowl of rich cream.

Seto threw his head back, letting the duel sensations flow over him. Visions of Amara flashed before his closed lids, startling him. He gasped but didn’t know if it was because of the images or Yami’s fingers teasing his hardened nipples.

{He seems more relaxed tonight.}

{{True, aibou. He is more receptive to our ministrations.}}

{I wonder why?}

Yami smirked, {{I can fathom a guess.}}

Together light and dark eased Seto onto the mattress, moving his arms above his head. They leaned across the prone teen, coming together in an open mouth kiss. Communicating through their shared link, they worked in perfect symmetry, kissing Seto’s temples then along his face and down his neck, leaving matching marks below his ears.

Seto watched the pair rise up and smirk at him before they each claimed a nipple. He arched up moaning, his hands gripping a pillow so tightly the sound of tearing fabric was heard.

Normally, Seto found it easy to hold himself apart from the person he slept with, but this time the urge to interact with the two in his bed was overwhelming. Every instinct he had was screaming for him to fight the sensations, still his hands moved, as if on their own accord, to lightly caress the two toned backs hovering before him.

{Yami! Seto is touching me!} Yugi’s surprised mental shout making Yami wince.

{{As he is me, aibou. He has chosen to accept our gifts to him.}}

{What do you think has changed?}

{{I believe Amara has something to do with it.}}

{He likes her. She will be good for him.}

{{And he for her as well, aibou.}}

{Well, my yami, let’s see just how much we can make him let go.}

{{Then I shall see how much I can make you let go.}} Yugi moaned at the image sent him from his dark.

Yugi grabbed another sugar tube and the bottle of lube. He handed the bottle to Yami as he poured the sweet powder over Seto’s stomach, filling his navel to overflowing.

Yami watch Yugi as he poured oil into his palm. {{What flavor is that?}}

{Lemon.} Yugi felt his dark cringe, bug twitching.

{{You may have all of that sour stuff to yourself, aibou.}}

Yugi smirked, {Why do you think I used it?} He ran his tongue over Seto’s navel, wringing a moan from the brunet.

{You shall pay for that, evil light.}Yami chuckled through the link.

{Promises, promises, promises.}

{{Distract him, aibou. I am ready.}}

Yugi kissed Seto deeply, demanding entrance. When he slipped his tongue in to stroke Seto’s inner cheek, Yami pressed his oiled finger into the brunet’s lower entrance.

Seto groaned into the kiss, fisting one hand into the sheets beneath him and the other into the spiky hair above him. When Yami eased his hand back, Seto involuntarily thrust down, taking the slick digit back in.

The linked pair both gasped mentally at the implications of the brunet’s actions.

Yugi began to lazily lick the yellow sugar from Seto’s body, causing the teen to squirm beneath him. Yami teasingly stroked the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as he eased a second digit past the tight ring of muscle.

“Gods,” Seto moaned, thrusting up into Yami’s hand.

{Yami...}

{{I heard aibou. It is most encouraging.}}

Yugi took Seto’s rigid length in his hand, stroking firmly as his dark eased the last digit into the brunet’s body. Yami intentionally poked the small nerve bundle, grinning at Yugi as Seto cried out.

{{He is close.}}

{Shall we...}

{{No. I will need some strength for later tonight. I have your punishment to attend to.}} Yugi’s giggle came through the link loud and clear.

Yami positioned himself between Seto’s long legs, as Yugi flicked his tongue across his dripping erection. Seto whimpered, trying to thrust into the inviting warmth he knew was near.

Yugi pulled back, denying the brunet, only to completely surround him as Yami thrust foreword, burying himself fully in the compliant body.

Seto dug his fingers into the dark blue sheets so hard they tore. He thrashed his head, groaning as the two duelists assaulted his body.

Yami established a smooth steady pace, moving within the brunet, matched by Yugi’s bobbing head on his erection. Small but strong hands held Seto’s hips firmly, preventing him from thrusting to meet either pleasurable sensation. He was reduced to moaning in pleasure, shredding the bed sheets.

This time he didn’t care. He let the feelings roll over him in waves, enjoying it for the first time he could remember, with images of a red haired, smiling woman dancing in his mind.

He wanted more.

Seto’s hand slowly unclenched from the sheets to touch warm skin. He stroked lightly, trailing his fingers up. His passion clouded mind registered the curve he was caressing was a knee. He angled his hand slightly, sliding farther up smooth skin.

Yugi moaned around Seto’s shaft. {Yami, he’s The The diminutive duelist couldn’t bring his thoughts together enough to form words. He sent his feeling along to his yami, receiving his surprise in return.

{{Does his touch make you uncomfortable, aibou?}}

{Hell no!! Damn, it feels good.}

{{I can make him stop.}}

{You do and I’ll make you regret ever coming out of the puzzle.} Yugi growled. He was surprised when Seto cried out then realized he had vocalized his tone as well.

Yami chuckled, {{Then I suggest you go with it, aibou.}}

Yugi grazed his teeth lightly along the steely flesh as he pulled up, nearly collapsing as Seto massaged him in the palm of his hand. He laid his head on Seto’s stomach panting as slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing arousal, stroking in time with Yami’s thrusts.

Seto thrust his hips up when he felt the restraining hands fall from his body. “Faster,” he groaned, crying out as Yami complied.

{I’m close.} Yugi’s mental voice was weak, filled with pleasure.

{{Enjoy yourself, my light. I am. Do not worry; I shall bring us all to completion at the same time.}}

Yami grasped Seto’s quivering member.

All three were caught up in the sensations they were giving and receiving. Their movements in harmony with each other. The sounds of pleasure from one merging with those of the other two, heightening their aroused states.

Yugi was the first to release, spilling over Seto’s hand. The brunet soon followed. Yami fell from the edge by the unrelenting grip of Seto’s body on his buried length. Their cries blended together into a single scream of pleasure.

Yami eased himself down behind the panting brunet. He was not too surprised to see Seto carefully shift Yugi, pulling the unconscious boy to his chest, cradling him protectively.

“What was different for you tonight, Seto?” Yami brushed sweat damp bangsm Sem Seto’s face.

“Amara kept coming to mind,” he said softly.

Yami laid a comforting arm across Seto’s chest, resting his cheek against his shoulder. “You should act on your feelings for her.”

“She would never accept who I am.”

“Who are you, Seto Kaiba?”

“A slut, a murderer, a beaten dog.”

Yami sighed, “You are none of those things. You are the man who gave up his childhood for the security of his brother, and later nearly lost his soul for the same reason. You are the man who helps those in need, especially his friends.”

Yugi snuggled closer to the warmth of Seto’s chest, “You are a good and honorable person, Seto. Amara sees that. You judge yourself by your adoptive father’s standards not your own.” He playfully slapped Seto’s arm, “Stop it.”

“If only I could.”

“You have taken a step tonight. You didn’t fight us.” Yami kissed him softly, “You need her.”

He sat up, “Do you wish us to remain with you?”

Seto shook his head, releasing his hold on the smaller teen. Yugi took his robe from his dark, slipping it on then returned to Seto’s side.

He lightly brushed his fingertips along the side of his face. “Seto, you need Amara. And things between you and all of us will change, but for what it’s worth, I...we...enjoy these nights with you,” Yugi pressed a chaste kiss to Seto’s lips. “I would very much like for them to continue, if that’s possible.”

Yami kissed Seto again, “My light speaks for both of us. We need our dragon, but the choice is not ours to make. Just be aware of our feelings.”

Seto watched as the dark took his light’s hand and together, they left his room. He lay back on the pillows, head resting on his folded arms. He felt relieved by their confession to him.

He realized he needed them, all of them as well.

TBC

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