Healing

First Things First: So this is really it. It’s a short little epilogue, just tying up some loose ends. Anyway, thanks for reading this fic. And like I stated previously, I hope to post something fresh and new later this week… Anyway, enjoy.


Disclaimer: I don’t own it…. Cry me a river. And there’s a little lemon….


Epilogue: After

Seto Kaiba waited impatiently for the door to open. He still felt weird standing outside of Tristan’s door like this, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before. It’d be over the sooner he just got inside and got into it. He was making this a lot harder than it had to be. There was absolutely no reason he should be nervous, or flushing like a schoolgirl. But he couldn’t help it. No matter how many times he had done this before it still felt like the first time. It was something he was having a problem getting used to.

Why he didn’t know.

He couldn’t act like he didn’t enjoy himself.

Or that secretly, he loved this.

He’d never admit that to anyone. Just how much this amused him.

And he really didn’t have an excuse not to go through with it. Especially now that Mokuba was all right again.

The day he knew Mokuba was fine was the day Mokuba announced that Kimi and him had finally decided that they could be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Mokuba was actually pretty cute the day he announced it.

And that had been four weeks ago.


Seto was so startled by the door opening that he flew off the bed and hit his head on the nightstand.

“Seto, are you okay? Big brother, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” Mokuba ran towards his sibling.

Tristan leaned over the bed to make sure his boyfriend was okay.

“Seto, you alright?”

Seto sat up. Seto looked up at Tristan and nodded.

“Mokuba, when did you forget the importance of knocking?” Seto grumbled rubbing his head. He pushed himself up and crawled back on top of his bed.

“I did knock. You and Tristan were making too much noise in here.”

“We were just talking, Mokuba,” Tristan tried to explain in vain.

“Do you normally talk with your clothes off, Tristan?” Tristan didn’t dignify that with a response.

Technically, Seto and him hadn’t actually done anything, yet.

They still had on boxers…

They were starting, when Mokuba’s unexpected intrusion disturbed them.

“Mokuba, you better have a reason why you’ve decided to come in here so early in the morning oSundSunday.”

“Kimi asked me out.” Tristan and Seto exchanged a look.

“She asked you out? Meaning what?” Seto asked, unimpressed to say the least.

“She asked me to be her boyfriend.”

Tristan and Seto exchanged glances again.

“So? And?” Tristan asked, wondering why Mokuba was keeping them in the dark.

“And I said that I’d like to be her boyfriend.”

“This mean you guys are together?” Tristan continued, getting out of the bed.

Mokuba nodded, a goofy look on his face.

“Woohoo…. Mokuba, that’s fantastic, absolutely fantastic!” Seto watched as Tristan lunged, tackling Mokuba onto his bed. “Congratulations, Kiddo. Do you know how great that is?”

“I’m so happy,” Mokuba giggled, as Tristan tickled him.

Seto stood watching the scene unfold, still a little startled.

And definitely mad.

“Mokuba….”

Mokuba didn’t hear him over his squeals of delight. “Mokuba!” No response. “MOKUBA!”

“Huh?” Tristan stopped his assault.

“I’m very happy you’re so excited about this. You look a lot healthier too.”

“Yeah, I feel really good, Seto. I didn’t cough at all yesterday. Or today.”

“Um hum.”

“Everything is perfect.”

“That’s good news to hear,” Seto thought. “I guess this means your healthy enough to go back to school Monday?”

“I don’t know about all that, I might have a relapse,” Mokuba answered.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, actually I think I feel a little dizzy, I’m going to go back to bed now. I don’t want to push myself too hard.” Mokuba slid off the bed and headed out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

“You know, Seto, tid’sid’s probably not going to come downstairs at all the rest of the day.”

Seto smirked.

“If he’s well enough to acquire a girlfriend he’s certainly well enough to go to school.”

Tristan smiled. “You know, Seto. I used to think you were the Casanova in the family, but I think Mokuba’s got you beat. He got himself a girl while he was sick in bed. You had to get Duke to help you and you were perfectly healthy.”

Seto narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I don’t need Duke to help me do this…”

Tristan took a page out of the Mokuba playbook and squealed as Seto grabbed him from behind and tackled him back onto the bed. Claiming his lips in the process.

“Oh good, Seto, you’re here, I was beginning to think something happened to you. Mokuba at Kimi’s?” Tristan was letting him in his house. He was sporting one of Seto’s t-shirts and a pair of boxers.

“Yeah. I know they’re only eleven, but I still get the feeling Mokuba and his girlfriend might be doing someg ing inappropriate.”

“Well, if his brother’s any indication I’d say you’d have a lot to worry about, Seto.” Seto narrowed his eyes.

“That wasn’t funny.”

“It was too.” Seto didn’t think so. “Come on, let me grab your coat.”

Seto slipout out of it and watched Tristan hang it up in the closet.

“What about the rest, Seto?” Tristan asked, quirking an eyebrow. Seto sighed. He hated this part more than anything.

“Do I have to, can’t I wait a little bit. I haven’t even eaten yet.”

“Seto.” Seto nodded, reluctantly unbuttoning his shirt.

“So slow, Seto,” Tristan teased, grabbing his zipper and sliding it down. “Let me help you get these pants off.” Tristan suggestively smiled, allowing his hand to slip between the CEO’s legs.

“You’re going to be really sorry you just did that. That’s cheating.” Seto grabbed Tristan’s wrist, definitely upset, and already a little excited.

“Um, baby, are you going to punish me for that?” Tristan asked.

“Don’t worry I won’t disappoint you.”

Tristan smiled.

“Oh, did I tell you, guess who Duke’s with right now?”

“Yugi and the rest of your friends.”

“No, come on, guess.”

“I really don’t know, Tristan. I’m not in the mood for your little guessing games tonight.”

“Just guess.”

“I honestly have no idea.”

“Takashi Jun.”

“Takashi who? That guy from your gym class, the one you had one bad lunch date with?”

“Yes.”

“Why would he… wait a minute… is there something going on with them?”

“I don’t know. Tonight’s the big test I guess. They’ve only been talking for like a week. It’s too early to tell if things are going to work out or not.”

“I see.”

“So this means that you’re not the newbie anymore. Aren’t you happy, Seto?”

“Ecstatic.”

It had certainly been weird trying to fit in with Tristan’s friends.

Yugi was easy. Seto knew from the moment Yugi smiled at him and gave him a hug that things were going to be fine.

Malik had been very nice about everything, apparently impressed with Seto’s romantic act. He figured the billionaire was genuine and posed little problem.

Mai and Tea were so wrapped up in their relationship he hardly figured they’d notice or mind Seto’s presence. Especially after Tea had given him a friendship speech.

He also knew that Joey was pretty adape. e. If Tristan and Yugi were okay with him, he knew that Joey would adjust.

He’d just had to lay off the mutt comments.

He tried, but it felt weird calling the puppy “Joey.”

Joey did appreciate the effort it appeared, and was willing to put their bad moments in the past. Ryou helped of course. He had confided in Seto after the first week that Tristan and him were together that he knew how it felt to find himself still an outsider in their make-shift family. But with Joey’s support and affection he found a place for himself.

He promised Seto would too.

Seto had never dreamed of ever trying to be “friends” with any of these people.

He did appreciate all of their efforts. And had actually thanked all of them for being there for Mokuba.

And for him.

He knew he’d have to get along with them if he wanted any semblances of a future with Tristan. Tristan’s friends were the most important people to him. He never imagined he take them in as his friends.

After all, he really didn’t have time for such teenage foolishness.

And he was a little weary of Yami and Bakura.

Not so much Bakura. But ami.ami.

Then Tristan reminded him of the conversation he had had with the spirit. Yami wasn’t concerned that Tristan was being used. He was worried that Tristan was doing the using. And as Seto and his relationship developed and blossomed, Yami seemed to have no problem. Bakura actually didn’t seem to notice either way.

Actually, thinking on it, it appeared that Seto’s little rose plot had served to purposes. It had proven to Tristan that he was sorry and wanted another shot, and it had convinced his friends that the old Seto Kaiba was no more.

At least where it came to sex and love.

He never would have gone through with any of it, if not for Duke, though.

That initial contact with the game creator had bmostmost interesting.

"Wait a minute, you're asking me to help you with Tristan?" Duke frowned. "You're kidding me right?"

"No. Now are you going to help me or not?"

"I'm confused. Just Saturday you told Tristan you weren't in love with him."

"I never said I wasn't in love with him, I just told him that just because Yami said I was didn't make it true."

"Oh, big difference."

"I'm getting really sick of your bullshit, are you going to help me or not?"

Duke looked at Seto for a while. This was crazy. Seto Kaiba actually asking him for help? Maybe Yami had been right all along, maybe he really did love Tristan. He had to, otherwise, Duke didn't see the CEO coming along like this...

“Listen, this isn’t easy for me. So what’s it going to be?”

“Why?”

“Why what, Duke?”

“Why me? And why are you trying to do this now?”

“Because I realized that I might have made a mistake on Saturday. What is this a police interrogation?”

“Why me?”

“Because you and Tristan are close. I’d ask the mutt but he’s not smart enough to keep his mouth shut and he’s wrapped up in Ryou at the moment. Now what’s it going to be?”

“You know, Kaiba, I’d think you’d know better than to bite the hand that feeds you.”

“Duke, I’m getting real sick of your proverbs. Just tell me. Yes or no?”

“You know, Tristan’s friends are the most important people in his life besides his family. If you expect me to help you I’d think you’d treat me a little better. Besides, if this works, which it probably will, you’re going to have to make peace with us.”

“What’s your point?”

“Why not start now.”

“What are you looking for, an apology or something? I can’t recall ever doing anything to you, Duke. And last I checked, you were a pretty lousy person to Tristan’s friends in the past yourself. I recall an incident with a duel between you and Joey quite vividly.”

“Yes. I admit to being a foe at one point. But Joey and I are friends now, and I’m friends with everyone. That was a long time ago. And I made amends with them and now we’re all close. I’m not saying you need to apologize… I’m just saying that you’re going to have to cut the Me-against-the-world shit. You obviously knew enough to come consult one of Tristan’s friends on the matter. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt that you’re trying here. I appreciate the effort, but you’re going to have to try a little bit harder if you want to win everyone else over. Especially Yami.”

“Yes, the former pharaoh. Of course. I don’t give a fuck about that meddling know-it-all.”

“That meddling know-it-all has saved your ass more times than either of us will probably be able to remember. Despite all the crap that’s gone on between you, it’s still clear that he worries about you. As an extended member of the group. He’s a worrier. He’s made it his job to worry about everyone. And from what Tristan’s told me, he was worried about you on Saturday. But you know, if you don’t want my help fine. But I know Tristan. And I know he’s not going to be with anyone who doesn’t get along with his friends.”

Seto stood silently.

“I don’t expect you to buy matching friendship jewelry for any of us. I do expect you to at least give it a shot. Tristan would really appreciate it. Anyway, what’s this plan all about? Something about roses in his locker?”

“You ready, baby?” Tristan teased, blowing his breath in CEO CEO’s ear.

“As ready as I ever am when I do this. This is really ridiculous. If my top investors ever found out about this…”

“Oh yes, Seto… your top investors…” Tristan was smiling again.

“You’re really a cheater, I hope you know that. I wonder how you can live with yourself,” Seto grumbled.

“All I said wap inp investors. It’s not my fault you get so horny over two little words.”

“It’s not too little words, it’s the story behind those two little words, Tristan. And you know it.”

It wasn’t supposed to be a sex thing. Seto buying Tristan a cell phone. He just wanted to show his affection for the brunet.

And it had turned into a fight.


Tristan pulled out the gift and gasped. “A brand new cell phone….” He whispered.

“It takes pictures, moving and stills, 600 minutes a month, text messaging, three- way calling, call waiting with voice mail, email, internet, caller ID, 300 name storage capacity, 2.4 ghz, battery lasts 32 hours without needing a charge….top of the line. I programmed my phone numbers in it, the car phone, my room line, my number at the office, my cell phone, my two way.”

“600 minutes, I’ll never use 600 minutes a month. And I can only imagine how much this plan is gonna cost me…”

“Who said anything about it costing you anything, Tristan?” Tristan looked at Seto, unsure what to say. “It’s a two year plan, after that of course, well, I suppose we’ll see where re are at that point.”

“So I’m tied to you for at least two years?” Tristan teased, a hint of sincerity in his tone.

“No, you’re not. How do you know I’m going to want you for two years? In any case, it’s going to be deducting from my bank account automatically for the next 24 months, regardless of our current situation.”

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say… I have no words…why would you do this for me? Just making sure that even if we break up I’ll still sleep with you, Seto?”

“As I’ve said before, and will continue to say, don’t flatter yourself. It’s not about you. It’s never been about you.”

“Um, that’s a delusion if I’ve ever heard one.”

“A delusion? Enlighten me.”

“You’ve wanted me ever since I showed up in the hospital…”

“I never wanted you, Tristan. Where’s the fun in wanting something I already had.”

“Already had? Ha! As I recall it, you were the one leaving desperate roses and notes in my locker.”

“That wasn’t about you.”

“Seto, it’s clear you’re desperately, dangerously in love with me.”

“If only.”

“Then what was it about?”

“That was about me being horny.”

Tristan reddened a little. “You could have bought an escort,” he decided, giving Seto the evil eye.

“There was no need. Besides, why buy another cow when the milk’s free.” Tristan narrowed his eyes, and pushed Seto again.

“Guess who’s milk supply just got cut off.”

“You’re jaded housewife routine is getting antiquated, Tristan.”

Seto grabbed him around the waist, and pulled him in close, Tristan squirmed a little. “Tristan,” Seto murmured against Tristan’s neck, “Calm down…” Tristan continued to resist. “Aww, did I get you all worked up?” Tristan jerked a little harder. Seto held fast. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he whispered against his ear, “It’s all a game. I get you worked up cause you’re more fun to fuck when you’re angry.” With that Seto licked Tristan’s earlobe.

“Ah, Gods, Seto…” Tristan’s resistance was melting away, being quickly replaced with animal lust. He let the cell phone drop softly on the table.

“I’m going to tell you the reason I got you this phone.” He kissedTrisTristan’s neck.

“Uh huh.”

“I want to be able to hear your voice whenever I want to. I want to hear it for hours, I want to say good night to it in the wee hours of the morning…”

“I… I just…”

“I know.”

“Seto…”

“It’s okay, you’re welcome, Tristan.” Tristan moved his head so that his partner could direct his kisses to his lips. Tristan parted his lips, letting Seto take his tongue on an adventure.

When the kiss ended, Seto was pulling away and Tristan had an erection.

“I have a meeting. I’ll call you.” He handed Tristan the phone. “Take the limo home, I’m going to be taking the jag. Or you’re welcome to hang out with Mokuba for the afternoon.”

“Wait, you can’t go…I mean…”

Tristan couldn’t get the words out.

Seto’s eyes wandered down past Tristan’s waistline and back up.

Seto kissed Tristan’s already swollen lips carefully and smiled.

Tristan grabbed Seto and pushed him until his legs were pinned by the table. Then he proceeded to ravage Seto’s mouth. He moaned, eyes closing, arms roaming under his boyfriend’s shirt.

Tristan broke for air, panting, asking, “Who’s the meeting with?”

“My top investors.” Tristan kissed Seto again. Setoe noe no motion to push Tristan away, his own erection forming and meeting his lover’s.

Tristan handed his blue eyes white dragon the cell phone. “Call them and tell them you’re going to be a little late, something came up.” Then he forcefully grabbed Seto’s erection.

Seto screamed.

“Damn, Tristan….” His protest cut off by Tristan’s attack on his neck. “Keep that up and I’m going to have to call them and cancel.”

“Even better.” Tristan squeezed Ss mes member, it twitching and throbbing in his touch. “I want to thank you for the cell phone, properly.” Seto moaned.

“I have to go, Tristan. I can’t cancel, I have to go to the meeting…”

“I know, you do, Seto.” He began slow, torturous circles, grinding into Seto hard.

“Please, don’t… shit… you’re going to make me come all over my dress pants.”

“Good point.”

Tristan was pulling Seto’s pants down before he could protest. Seto was panting. “That’s a good boet’set’s see, what do we have here… I think your Peter has other plans for you, Mr. Kaiba.” He released the bulge from Seto’s boxer briefs, the sensation of the cotton, soliciting another moan.

“Uh, baby… shit… please Tristan… don’t, don’t…”

“Your mouth is saying no. But you’re body’s telling me something different.” Tristan began kneeding the hard-on like a lump of dough. Transparent pre-cum began leaking out the tip.

“Tristan, I… um… Gods, please…”

“Cat got your tongue?” Tristan asked, breathing heavy onto his neck.

“Shut up… Gods… you’re…ummm…”

“Sit down on the table, Seto.” Seto did as he was told, Tristan pulled the pants and boxer briefs completely off.

“My meeting.”

“You won’t be that late…maybe…” Tristan began stroking Seto slowly, Seto moaned harder.

“Tristan… that’s… that’s… um….that’s…”“Goo“Good?”

“Driving me insane…” Tristan dropped to his knees.

“Tristan, no….” the objection ending in a passion-filled cry as Tristan added his mouth to his ministrations. He continued tugging at his lover’s flesh matching his hand job with his mouth’s own exploits. “Don’t stop… please, Baby. Don’t….” another groan ripped from Seto’s mouth. He grabbed the edge of the table with white knuckles.

Tristan increased the speed. Seto was only seeing white. Tristan began a little hum, his breath reverberating on his lover’s shaft, Seto moaning ever louder at the feeling. Each stroke brought Seto closer, each stroke making Seto lose a little bit more of himself.

“Ummm… Tristan…” Tristan’s skilled mouth withdrew so that he could send his tongue to Seto’s slit and concentrate on swirling the muscle around the head. “Ahh.” T.” The CEO screamed harder. Tristan quickly took him back into his mouth, deep throating him, barely leaving enough room for his clenched fist to continue it’s precious work.

“I’m coming, I’m going to….” And Seto did. Shooting a r a rocket into Tristan’s mouth. What Tristan didn’t catch hit his nose. Seto slumped back, barely able to support himself with his arms. His boyfriend stood back up, wiping the cum from his mouth and nose and offering his fingers for Seto.

“Taste…” Seto looked at Tristan, his shell already crumbled. He swallowed hard, thoughts of Tri Tristan had gotten him to say, to do. How he had given into him with no hesitation, his craze completely clouding his judgment. Tristan looked at him, Seto could feel his stomach churning again, his heart sinking. He slowly parted his lips, letting Tristan’s digits enter the enclosure, Seto sucked them clean. His eyes not leaving Tristan’s.

“What about you?” Seto asked, looking away.

“You have a meeting. So we’re going to have to make this really quick.” Tristan inserted the two fingers into Seto without warning, scissoring them as fast as he could. He added more saliva to his fingers and slipped them into Seto again. They really didn’t have anytime for lube.

Seto could care less.

He was already hard again.

Tristan dropped his pants. Seto smiled. Tristan positioned himself, against Seto’s hole, obviously ready to get the show on the road.

“Just do it, I have to go… right now…”

“I’m more worried about you coming first…” Seto’s eyes widened he she sudden presence of Tristan’s throbbing erection. He gave Seto a few minutes. And then got to it.

They really were stressed for time.

Especially since they were in Seto’s kitchen, and any number of staff or even Mokuba could waltz along at the moment.

“Shit, baby…you fucker…” Seto was panting…

Did anyone else see something wrong with him being taken on his own kitchen table?

Basically unprepared no less.

“You’re even tighter like this, Seto…” Tristan teased, squeezing his erection. Seto moaned. Maybe he was a masochist and he didn’t know it.

“This burns like all hell, you piece of shit.”

Tristan laughed.

He was ripping him apart and laughing about it.

“You want me to stop, Seto?” Tristan asked, pumping Seto’s erection ever harder.

Seto screamed an answer, Tristan’s assault hitting his prostate with each mind numbing thrust…

The pain and pleasure were dueling for dominance… and the pleasure was winning… Seto moaned…

Here he was, Tristan’s little whore again…

And loving every moment of it…

“You want me to stop you up tight little prick?” Tristan slammed into him particularly hard, Seto crying out as that special bundle of nerves was touched.

“I never said that, did I?”

“Of course not, you like it rough.”

“Not nearly as rough as you.”

Tristan was almost spent, Seto could feel it, his partner’s movements were losing their steady rhythm.

“You done yet, bitch?” Seto asked, moaning.

“Yeah, you done yet? Pussy boy?”

That did it for Seto. He came again, Tristan a moment later.

Seto barely remembered Tristan helping him back onto his feet, and finding a dish rag to clean him up with.

“I just hope you realize that I don’t intend on making this a habit…you taking me… I…” Tristan smiled a little, trying not to seem smug. He gave Seto a little kiss.

“You have a meeting,” hetiontioned gently, picking up the pants.

They both were well aware of the fact that Seto said that after every time he bottomed. And yet, for some reason he kept doing it anyway.

“What the Hell is the hold up? Are we going to start or what?” Bakura called walking over to the two brunets still standing in the foyer.

“Yes. Yes we are.” Tristan smiled at Seto. “Come on, Seto. Malik and Bakura rented a really good movie tonight.”

“Let me guess,” Seto began walking into the family room with only his boxers on. “Butt Avengers Five? Bobby the Bottom? A Dicking Good Time for Mike and Steve?”

“They were all already rented, Kaiba. So Bakura and I had to settle for Making Ends Meet,” Malik answered, popping the DVD into the player.

“Since Takashi’s new I think he should be the judge,” Duke offered.

“Judge of what?” Takashi asked. “I’m still wondering why none of us is wearing any pants.”

They laughed.

Even Seto.

“You want to explain the rules to him, baby?” Tristan asked sitting on the couch. Seto joined him.

“Do I have to?” Seto asked, giving Tristan a look.

“You have such a way with words, Kaiba,” Yami answered. Seto narrowed his eyes.

“Oh go fuck yourself, Yami.”

“Practically a poet,” Ryou laughed.

“Will someone please explain this to me, I feel really out of the loop,” Takashi asked.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Seto did. Takashi had a very interesting look on his face.

“Some first date, Duke,” he joked nudging the raven-haired teen. Duke blushed.

“Wait, he didn’t hear what the prize is for the winner,” Bakura instigated.

“Yugi’s little mouth gets wrapped around your dick until you’re just as hard as the rest of us,” Seto finished.

Yugi’s eyes shot wide. They couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t encourage him! Kaiba, that’s not funny!”

“Yugi’s just up tight because he’s never won this game,” Joey explained. Their guest was now a dark maroon color.

But he looked like he was enjoying himself.

“Yugi’s up tight because Yami’s dick looks like this…” Tristan held up his pinkie and wiggled it a little.

“Those are fighting words, Tristan,” Yami warned, trying hard to keep a straight face.

“Hey, I want to get this started, I plan on winning tonight!” Malik complained.

“Seto, start the movie,” Tristan asked. Seto sighed and got up. Tristan slapped him on the ass. Seto narrowed his eyes, but then smirked.

He grabbed the remote from on top of the television, getting a few whistles and catcalls on the way back. Tristan turned off the lights. Seto started the movie.

Then the two lovers snuggled up together.

Despite all of it… there wasn’t anywhere else Seto could see himself at the moment…

He belonged with Tristan in his arms.

And that seemed just fine with Tristan.

FIN

Author’s Endnotes The end. No more. That’s all she wrote. I really enjoyed writing this story. I had a vision of where I wanted this to go… and gosh darn it. It happened. It was good to write something that wasn’t as long as my first YGO effort. And I have a million ideas… so we’ll see what else I come up with. A Dicking Good Time For Mike and Steve I just couldn’t resist. I crack myself up. Thank you again, for reviewing this… I appreciate it so much, you have no idea. My reviews keep me wanting to write more. So thanks really. ^_^