Beauty

First Things First: As always the reviews are encouraging. You guys are going to give me a big head. ^_^ I shed a few tears when I wrote the last chapter, but I felt bad for Yugi. Anyway. As Joey predicted, Yugi is back to his “normal” self. We haven’t heard the last of Yami and Seto though. I started writing the ending, and wouldn’t you know it, I wasn’t sure what to do with the two of them. I think I came up with a solution though, but that’s a long way off, so let the story continue. Oh, by the way, there’s some homophobic remarks in this chapter, including the “f” word. I don’t mean to offend anyone, certainly I’d be offended if these were said to one of my gay or lesbian friends, but it’s only part of the story. I most definitely do not hold these views. At least we get to watch Bakura having fun.


Disclaimer: As always, I don’t own Yugioh, or any song lyrics. There’s a lemon ahoy! Hehehe… such the pervert, I know.


Song notes: Better Man by Pearl Jam, Yellow, Coldplay, I’ll Be by Edwin McCain, I Will Love Again by Laura Fabian, I Really Don’t Think So by Scene 23. I included these lyrics, because they fit perfectly. ^_^

Chapter 8: Departure

I don’t need a ring on my finger
I kind of like being single
Commitment don’t fit me, it bit me one time
And I still don’t know

Why does everything have to be a love thing
Think of all the sorrow that love brings
Is it where you really want to go, no
I really don’t think so

Why does everything gotta be a love thing
Think of all the sorrow that love brings
Is that where you really want to go, no
I really don’t think so

Why does everything gotta be a love thing
Why can’t we be together and just hang
Is it where you really want to go, no
I really don’t think so

~I Really Don’t Think So
Scene 23

Tristan dug around for paprika. How was he supposed to make his father’s famous Spanish omelet without paprika? What kind of apartment did Joey and Yugi have without paprika in it? Oh, they were so deprived. Tristan tried not to make too much noise as he continued digging around for the seasoning. They had to have it.

“What the hell are you looking for, do you have any idea what time it is?” Tristan turned and watched Bakura stalk out of Yugi’s room naked as a jaybird. He diverted his eyes. “You should be sleeping.”

“Joey kicked me and I woke up.” Tristan hazarded a glance and watched as Bakura made it to the refrigerator. “You are aware that you’re not wearing any clothes, Bakura?”

Bakura belched and nodded. “You have a problem with my nudity, Tristan?”

“I don’t think you should be naked around the food,” Tristan answered with a smirk. “You’re over here a lot, aren’t you?” Bakura nodded as he found something to drink. “Do they have paprika?”

“Third cabinet on the bottom shelf.”

“I’m not going to ask you why you know that,” Tristan thought, locating the spice.

“I used it in a dinner I made Yugi the other day.”

“You cook for him often?”

“I try to when I come by. Blondie doesn’t cook at all, so I like giving Yugi the night off.”

“Joey’s cooking tastes fine. He made me lasagna recently.”

“I think lasagna is the only thing he does know how to cook.” Bakura sat down at the counter. “Spanish omelets?”

“Yeah.”

“Need some help.”

“Do they have any more red peppers?”

“I might have used the rest of them the other day.” Tristan gave Bakura a look. At least with him sitting at the counter, his nakedness was hidden.

“How’s Yugi?”

“He didn’t want to talk about it. He just wanted to fuck. After that he went to sleep.” Tristan glanced at Bakura again but said nothing. “I’ve never seen him upset like that before. He’s usually happy and bubbly.”

“I guess he doesn’t like to be vulnerable. But then again, who does.”

“Some people don’t care. They wear their hearts on their sleeves. But when you’re too needy you only wind up pushing people away.”

“Do you think Yugi is needy?”

“No.” Bakura and Tristan locked eyes. “If he is needy he hides it well. My last boyfriend was needy. Which was why I got rid of him.”

Tristan thought about that. He had heard the stories about Ryou. He decided against asking Bakura about him, though. “I didn’t realize things between Yugi and you were getting serious. From what Joey’s told me, I assumed you guys weren’t really together.”

Bakura made a face.

“Who said anything about things between Yugi and I getting serious.” Tristan looked at Bakura. It was clear by his tone that he had hit a nerve. And it was also clear that the reason things weren’t serious was Yugi’s doing. Not Bakura’s. Did that mean Bakura wanted things to get serious?

“What’s going on out here?” Yugi padded out of his bedroom. His eyes weren’t as puffy as Tristan would have assumed they’d be. He had to admit Yugi looked adorable, with his hair all over the place as he walked over to them in his crimson pajama pants. Yugi glanced at Tristan and then his lover. “Kura? Why are you awake?”

“The Iron Chef out here decided to wake me up by slamming cabinets looking for paprika.” Yugi smirked.

“How was I to know I’d wake you up? If you had put the paprika back with the rest of the spices I wouldn’t have had to bang the cabinets.” Yugi giggled. Tristan was just too cute. “Someone wake up, Joey. Breakfast is ready.”

“BLONDIE. BREAKFAST!” Tristan rolled his eyes.

“Is he always like this?” Tristan asked, digging out plates.

“Worse.” Yugi gave Bakura a smile. “Kura, can you go get up Joey, please?” Bakura grumbled but went to go rouse Joey from his slumber.

“You have him wrapped around your finger, don’t you, Yugi?” Yugi smirked at Tristan.

“Just don’t let him know that.”

Tristan smiled. They were sweet together. From what he had seen of Bakura, he seemed like a pretty good guy. Tristan wondered why it was Joey didn’t like him. He supposed Joey was apprehensive of all the guys Yugi went around with. If Yugi had attempted suicide over Yami, Tristan could only imagine the depression that could invade his life if Yugi fell in love with someone else who wound up being an asshole.

Bakura returned with Joey. Joey was just as cute as Yugi was when he woke up. His blond bangs were everywhere.

“I don’t appreciate being awoken with a dick in my face, that’s why.” Joey was grumbling to Bakura. “Yug, why doesn’t Bakura have any clothes on?”

“Because we were fucking last night,” Yugi answered, with a smile. Joey narrowed his eyes. “Okay, Babe, don’t be uptight about it. Kura, go put on something. Joey doesn’t like you being naked at breakfast.”

“He just knows I’m too hot to handle,” Bakura said, as he groped himself.

“I’m going to be sick. Yugi, remove him from my sight.” Yugi rolled his eyes. He grabbed Bakura’s hand and led him back to his bedroom. Joey looked at Tristan and smiled. “Morning.”

“Morning.” Joey gave him a little kiss and sat at the counter in Bakura’s vacated seat. “You shouldn’t have, Tristan.”

“I wanted to. I like doing things for you.” Joey looked at Tristan at at his food. “Now eat before it gets cold.”

“How long have you been up?” Joey asked, taking a bite of the egg.

“Half past the time you kicked me in the rib.”

“Jerk,” Joey muttered with a grin.

“KURA!” Yugi giggled loudly. Joey and Tristan looked back towards the direction of Yugi’s bedroom. Yugi came to his door. “We’ll be right there, Bakura wants to show me something.” The door suddenly closed and more giggling and shuffling could be heard.

“I hate him,” Joey decided, taking a sip of orange juice.

“I don’t think he’s all that bad, Baby,” Tristan started sticking Yugi and Bakura’s food into the microwave for safekeeping. “Yugi’s happy with him.”

“Bakura uses him like the other guys do.”

“Do the other guys cook him dinner?”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Didn’t he find Yugi at the Pyramid on Wednesday, intoxicated and passed out?”

“He works there.”

“Still, Joey, I think part of your dislike for him stems from him being around so much. You see him more than you see the rest of Yugi’s companions so there’s more reason to see the bad in him.”

“It’s not about that. Underneath the giggling and the flirting and the sex talk there’s a scared little boy. And even though Bakura might act intrigued by Yugi, most of it comes from the allure of wanting something he can’t have. Yugi’s untouchable. And that’s a turn on. If Yugi gets over this thing he’s going through he’s going to be vulnerable again. You got a glimpse of his vulnerability last night. It’s deeper than that. Bakura told Yugi when they first met that he wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, especially not one who was clingy and needy. And what type of guy is Yugi going to be once his façade is gone. Clingy and needy.”

“If Bakura really cares for him he’ll get past that. Besides, Ryou was a different type of needy.”

“Look, Bakura is in it for fun. And that’s what Yugi likes about him. But this behavior isn’t cute anymore. Bakura doesn’t care for him like you think. If he did care he wouldn’t have slept with him last night. Yugi was still sniffling when we got back here.”

“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t have slept with Yugi to comfort him, Joey. Sometimes the only way you can make someone feel better is to be intimate with them. I’m not excusing Bakura’s behavior, but there are always two sides to the story. You have a right to be worried about Yugi, but you shouldn’t go looking for reasons to dislike Bakura.”

“Tristan, there’s not much you can tell me that’s going to convince me that Bakura is right for Yugi. If I had my way, Bakura would be out the door like Yami.” Tristan gave Joey a look. They could go around in circles discussing Bakura’s ulterior motives. Tristan decided not to push the matter further. It wasn’t his place, for one, and more importantly, he was still getting to know Joey, so to go off analyzing Yugi and Bakura at the moment would be inappropriate.

He couldn’t help it though. Yugi fascinated him too. Certainly not in the same way Bakura was intrigued, but there was something about Yugi. But it wasn’t his place yet. Yugi was Joey’s friend. And maybe Joey did know what was best for him. From what Joey had mentioned last night, Joey had been “lucky he found Yugi” after he tried to commit suicide. Still, Tristan couldn’t help but wonder how much of Joey’s apprehension came from his own bad experiences.

Joey never spoke of his ex’s in glowing terms. Except for his first boyfriend. His ex-fiancé was simply referred to as “the fool” or “my ex-fiancé”. Tristan never asked about him, easily seeing that it was sensitive subject. All Joey ever told Tristan about the guy was that he cheated on him for a good three months.

Joey did speak about his rebound guy. The guy who was his prime suspect as far as who the other man in his ex-fiancé’s life was. A guy named Varon. Tristan knew who he was, Mai, his bartending friend from the Pyramid, was friends with him. He thought Mai and him would have made a good couple, but Mai said Varon was going through a bi-curious thing. Tristan knew Varon had a motorcycle; he might have actually spoken to Varon on his own once, because he had seen it and probably couldn’t resist the urge to talk bikes with him.

Varon was dominant. As far as Tristan could tell. So things between them wouldn’t have gotten far. He was good looking, but Tristan wasn’t interested. Something about the guy gave him a bad vibe. Which was why it was kind of surprised when Joey mentioned that he had fooled around with him for two weeks.

Varon didn’t seem like he was Joey’s type. Of course since Tristan had never seen any of Joey’s ex’s, it was hard to tell just who was Joey’s type. Joey told Tristan on more than one occasion that certain things about Tristan and his ex-fiancé were similar. Acting wise. But according to Joey, Tristan was cockier.

As for Varon , Joey said he was so vulnerable and hurt by “the fool’s” betrayal that he would have humped a tree. And Varon also mentioned to Joey that he was talking to numerous guys at the time, and that Joey was one of many. And from what Varon told him, Varon said something that made Joey raise a red flag. Something that had to do with his ex.

A birthmark or something. Plus Varon was a brunet.

For some strange unknown reason, Varon would tell Joey about his other guys, and he mentioned being with one that had a birthmark in the same location his ex did. After that, Joey cut Varon off and focused all his attentions on Yugi, who was struggling to come out of his depression.

From what he gathered, Yugi’s suicide attempt had to have happened around the time Joey had dumped his fiancé. What had these two been through?

The better question though, was why didn’t they wind up together. It was easy to see they loved each other. Yugi called Joey “babe”. They had spent the past year living together, sleeping together, being there for each other, so why not get together?

“Why are you staring at me, Tris? Is there a booger in my nose or something?”

Joey and Tristan exchanged a look. Tristan shook his head no. “I was just thinking. About what you told me last night, about Yugi.”

“Oh.”

“Did he leave a note?”

“Yeah. The police took it for evidence. But I still remember what it said. I can’t live with the pain anymore. I’m sorry. Yugi. It wasn’t long, but it was scribbled in shaky handwriting. Yugi has told me multiple times that he didn’t want to die, that it was more of a cry for help.”

“You said you found him unconscious…”

“Yeah. Originally, I thought he had gone unconscious because of the blood loss. It turned out that he panicked, and when he went to grab a towel he slipped on some of the blood and hit his head on the corner of the sink.”

“Oh wow. He did it while you were home with him?”

“No. I just happened to want to see him to ask advice about my ex, and he left the apartment door open and I found him. It was all luck. Or fate, or happenstance or something. I don’t know.”

“I see.” Tristan glanced at Joey. “I’m sorry I’m asking you all these questions.”

“It’s okay. Unlike, Yugi, I don’t have a problem talking about it seriously. Yugi doesn’t mention it. Or if he does he makes inappropriate references to it. The last time we spoke about it Yugi wondered if his old apartment, where it happened, was up for rent again. And he joked that the landlord would probably try to make up some excuse for the tiles being tinted pink.” Tristan arched his eyebrows. “The blood never really washed off. I mean it did, but you could still see it, sort of. We bleached it, and maybe it was just in our imaginations, but we could still make out where the blood had stained the floor.”

“Hum.”

“The months afterwards were pretty surreal. Now it seems like a bad dream. But Yugi’s still hurting, he’s still harboring feelings for Yami. He doesn’t want to be depressed again, so he thinks being with all these guys will make him happy. I don’t know. The situation is exasperating.”

“Joey, can I ask you a question?” Joey nodded and looked at Tristan expectantly. “You and Yugi obviously love each other. How come you guys never dated?”

“I asked Yugi out at least three times. And he always turned me down.”

“How come?” Tristan wondered, searching Joey’s eyes for the answer.

“Yugi said he wasn’t good enough for me. And he said that he didn’t want to hurt me. The last time I asked him I was able to convince him to marry me if both of us were still single at age 27.”

“Do you plan on being single at age 27, Baby?”

“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“I just wondered if you could see yourself with me five years from now.”

Joey blushed.

“I never brought a guy home to meet my parents before. I’d love to bring you, Joey.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Not right now of course. But eventually. Besides, I’d think you’d want to see my father.” Joey looked at Tristan confused. “Don’t you want to see if he’s part horse?” Joey laughed. “My mom would love you. She wants me to settle down. I think she’s worried she’ll never have grandchildren.”

“Okay, first you want me to marry you, and now you want me to raise children with you, Tris? Don’t you think you’re skipping a few steps?”

“Like?” Joey rolled his eyes.

“Shouldn’t we be an official couple first?”

“Details, let’s go and adopt some kids.”

“How many?”

“Make it six, I like the number six.” Joey laughed. Tristan kissed him gently. “Maybe we should get seven. One for good luck.” Tristan kissed him again.

The sound of a door slamming broke the kiss.

Tristan and Joey turned. Bakura and Yugi were coming back out of the room. Yugi was on Bakura’s back. “We’re back, did you miss us?”

“No,” Joey answered. Yugi stuck his tongue out at him. “Tristan put breakfast in the microwave.”

“Cool. Thanks.” Bakura plopped Yugi onto a stool at the counter. Tristan watched as Bakura warmed up the food and then served it to his shorter lover.

“Kura, can you get me a drink?” Bakura nodded and dutifully found some orange juice for Yugi. “I need some black pepper, Kura.” Bakura got him some.

Didn’t Joey notice this interaction? Bakura sat next to Yugi and Yugi wrapped his arms around him. “Kura, you want to do something today?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“We can go to the movies if you want.” Yugi shook his head no. “Shopping?” Another no. “What do you want to do?”

“Let’s go to Tokyo.”

“And do what?”

“Shopping, movies.” Yugi giggled at the look on his lover’s face. “Everything is so much more fun in the city. It’s only an hour away. Do you have to work tonight?”

“No. I’m off this weekend.”

“Awesome. Then let’s go. Tristan, Joey, do you guys want to come with?”

Bakura glanced at Tristan. Obviously the white haired man wasn’t looking for company. Besides, Tristan figured it would do them some good to be alone. He understood Joey’s concerns, but Bakura and Yugi were perfect together.

“Why don’t you guys go without us. I’m pretty tired. I just want to spend the day in bed,” Tristan answered diplomatically.

“With or without Blondie?” Bakura asked.

“Hopefully with.” Yugi giggled, Bakura smirked. Joey blushed.

“Guess it’s just us today, Kura. So that makes it a date.” Yugi kissed him softly. Bakura smiled brightly. Tristan watched with his own grin. Aww, Bakura really likes him a lot.


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“I guess this means we have the apartment to ourselves, hum, Baby?” Tristan asked as Joey and him finished the dishes.

“I guess so.” Joey looked up into hazel eyes and smiled. “What do you want to do? We can play playstation.”

“Yeah, we could do that.” Joey smiled again. “Or, we could study for our classes.”

“We could do that too, Tris.” Joey slipped his hands around Tristan’s waist. And kissed his neck. “Or we could clean out the refrigerator.”

“Ummm….cleaning out the refrigerator makes me hot.” Joey laughed. “No. I’m serious, Baby.”

“Yeah right.”

“I watched this American film once, on one of the international film channels. There were these two people who were in this volatile sexual relationship. For nine and ½ weeks. Come to think of it, I think that was the name of the movie. Anyway, there’s this one scene where the guy has the chick blindfolded. And he’s feeding her stuff out of the fridge. Pickles, strawberries, whatever he can find. And he’s making her a mess. For het, it wasn’t bad.”

“Are you telling me you want to clean out the fridge, Tris?”

“I’m telling you I want to make you dirty, Baby.” Joey blushed. “Come onto the floor with me.” Joey crawled off the stool and joined Tristan as he flopped onto the ground. Tristan opened the refrigerator and started rummaging around.

“What are you getting?”

“Whipped cream.” Joey blushed harder. “Take off your clothes, Joey.”

Joey watched as Tristan pulled the can out. “Do you know what you’re doing with that, Tristan?”

“Yeah. I’ve had sex with it before. In fact, I even used it as a lubricant once.” Joey made a face.

“You’re a sexual deviant. I’ve come to that conclusion.”

“No I’m not. Haven’t you ever had sex with food?” Joey shook his head negatively. “Not once?”

“No.”

“You’re so deprived, Baby.”

“I am not. You are a…hey… what are you doing?” Joey watched as Tristan began shaking the can of whipped cream. “Don’t even think about it you sex fiend.”

“Sex isn’t good without toppings.” Joey laughed, and then shrieked as Tristan sprayed him with the cream. “TRISTAN, STOP IT!”

Joey tackled Tristan onto his back. He wrestled with Tristan for control. “Not strong enough, Baby,” Tristan laughed as he maneuvered and then snatched the can back. Joey yelped as he was covered with the cream again. He slid back on his butt, and attempted to shield his face with his shirt.

Tristan used that to his advantage and grabbed Joey’s boxers from the waist and angled the whipped cream so that it was going down his shorts.

“JERK!” Joey managed to wiggle away as Tristan began shaking the can of cream again. He stood up, shakily, and slipped over to the sink. He grabbed the sink hose just as Tristan got up to finish his attack.

“Stay back, Taylor. Or so help me, I will spray you.” Tristan put his hands up in surrender. “Put the can down slowly, and keep your hands where I can see them.”

“Okay, I’m putting down the can, see.” Tristan stood back up. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Keep your hands up.”

“They’re up, Baby.” Joey pointed the sprayer at Tristan’s feet. “Hey, what are you doing, Joey?”

“Dance, Tristan.” He started spraying Tristan’s unprotected feet. Tristan jumped back. Joey started laughing.

“You think that’s funny?”

“Hilarious.” And then Joey started spraying him. Tristan screamed, and tried covering himsebut but Joey ran the sprayer up and down his legs and to his crotch before he could get away.

Tristan laughed and then went in for the kill. Joey sprayed him with the hose some more but Tristan kept coming for him. “Tris, no…stop…stop…” Before Joey knew what hit him Tristan had him pinned in between him and the countertop. And the sprayer was down Joey’s shirt, soaking him.

“Payback is a bitch, Baby.”

“Let me go, Tris,” Joey whimpered.

“No.” Tristan laughed and then started kissing Joey’s neck. Joey moaned. “You’re all mine now, Joey.”

“Tristan,” Joey breathed, his voice changing tones. The way the water cascaded down his chest was turning him on, and it didn’t help that Tristan was pressed into him like this. He finally removed the hose and turned the faucet off. Tristan let him move so that he was facing him completely, their dicks brushed against each other, Joey felt chills run up his body. “Are you going to let me go now?”

“You’re not going anywhere, Joey,” Tristan promised, licking some of the remnants of whipped cream off Joey’s neck. Joey squirmed in pleasure. Tristan’s hand ran up the small of his back and he drew him against his chest. Joey leaned into Tristan and kissed him hard. Tristan took over the kiss as his tongue dove into Joey’s awaiting mouth. The kiss grew fierce in a matter of a moment, and Joey felt himself throb harder.

“Gods, Tris.” Joey moaned as Tristan’s hand slid down his back and into his boxers. His other hand joined in as the brunet slipped further down, kneading Joey’s ass. Joey shifted and Tristan’s finger located Joey’s opening. He smiled seductively as he poked the digit into Joey’s slightly wet hole. “Tristan….mmmmmmmmmm…..”

“I’m just getting started with you, Joey.” Tristan was whispering, and Joey was getting very worked up. He continued working his finger inside of him, until he was at the knuckle. And then he started slipping it back out, slowly. “I want to be inside you, Baby. I want to feel you around my thick cock.”

“Oh, Gods, Tris…” Tristan started kissing Joey harder, only breaking the kiss so he could remove Joey’s shirt. He loved the way it looked, molded to Joey’s muscles, but it was in the way, so he threw it across the room. “Tristan…I…Oh gods…”

“I should make you scream, Baby. I should make you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops because we’re disturbing the peace.” Tristan slid his hands around so that he was at Joey’s arousal. He expertly teased the flesh as Joey threw his head back and whimpered in pleasure. “I want the walls to shake, Joey. I want everyone to hear you.”

“What are you doing to me, Tris?” Joey gasped, as Tristan picked up where he left off on Joey’s neck. His hands were pulling at his flesh and Joey was still moaning. Tristan let some of Joey’s pre-cum hit the back of his hand and fingers as it drooled out of the tip of his penis. He pulled his hands out.

“Look how much you want me, Joey. You’re dick’s begging me.” Joey panted as Tristan pressed into him and ground his hips in a tight circle. “Lick these clean, Joey…taste how excited I’ve gotten you.”

Tristan was one cocky lover. But he certainly knew how to turn him on. Joey opened his mouth and Tristan slipped fin fingers inside, Joey sucking on them wantonly. “Should I take you against the sink, Joey…do you want me to take you right here and now…”

Joey’s cock jumped at Tristan’s question. He moaned around the fingers in his mouth. Tristan forced kisses onto his neck again and continued grinding against him. “Tell me what you want, Joey…tell me what to do to you…”

“Fuck me…oh gods…Tristan…fuck me…” Joey never acted like this around his lovers before. But Tristan had a way of turning him on that was different than his past sex partners. Tristan got him so worked up he didn’t care what he said or did. He just wanted it. Hard.

“You ready to take it, Joey?” Tristan asked, as he slipped his hands back into Joey’s boxers, by now Joey’s boxers were hanging off his hips, he was completely disheveled, and boy did he want this.

One hand slipped around his back and slid over his now sweat-laced ass, the other was working on Joey’s erection. Joey’s entrance was now moist and covered in perspiration. Tristan slid a finger inside of him without effort. Joey groaned as Tristan’s left hand began beating him off.

Joey’s hands went to Tristan’s shoulders so that he wouldn’t fall over from the dual sensations of pleasure. “I want you to come, Joey. I want you to make a mess of yourself in your boxers.”

“TRISTAN….”

“Come…come into my fist…” Tristan increased his speed and Joey couldn’t hold back, he came as Tristan attacked his neck again with a kiss. Tristan slid his hand imto Joey’s mourh and Joey tasted himself on Tristan’s fingers. Tasting his seed on Tristan was turning him on again, that and Tristan’s other hand was still working in and out of him.

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Joey asked, heaving.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary. We just need some lube.”

“There’s some in the tool drawer.” Tristan lifted his eyebrows. “Yugi put it there in case of emergency.” Tristan smirked.

“Take it out. We’re gonna need it.” Joey dug around for it. Meanwhile, Tristan started removing his clothes. He tossed them to a corner of the kitchen and pressed his hard-on against Joey’s butt cheeks before sliding it between Joey’s legs. “Find it, Joey?”

“Yeah.” Joey spun around and handed it to him. Tristan smirked. “So how we doing this, Tris?”

“I want you on the floor. On your knees.” Joey could fell his dick swell at the admission.

“You’re one cocky fucker, you know that?”

“Don’t you want this, Joey?” Tristan asked, stroking his length a couple of times.

“Such an asshole.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“You have mirrors on your ceiling.”

“Not the mirrors again.” Joey smirked and then handed Tristan a small mirror he had pulled out of the tool drawer when he retrieved the lubricant.

“This way you’ll feel like you’re at home.” Tristan made a face and hit Joey. Joey hit him back.

“Get on the floor, Joey.” Joey laughed and did as he was asked. “You ever get taken like this, on the floor?”

“No. But you’re the sexual deviant, not me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this submissive.” Joey felt a little scared all of a sudden at the thought of Tristan pounding into him, although they had done this before.

“Spread um, Joey…nice and wide for me…”

“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

“No. We’ll take it slow at first. There’s nothing to worry about.” Joey moaned a little as he felt Tristan stab a lubricated finger inside of him. Followed by another, and then another. “It’s gonna be okay, Joey…I promise.”

Joey bent back a little as he felt Tristan stab his prostate. It felt good. He wanted this.

“Joey, your ass looks dick-hungry,” Tristan thought, with a laugh, he felt Joey’s hole contract around his finger

“You really are a jerk.” Joey smiled as he felt Tristan kiss his neck softly. He heard Tristan slap some lube onto himself, the sound of the wetness slipping against Tristan’s length made him pant harder.

He felt vulnerable in this position. And naughty. He liked feeling like this.

Tristan pressed forward. Joey’s body resisted for a moment as Tristan pushed into him with a long, hard stroke. He winced. “I’m sorry, Baby.”

“I’m okay. Just don’t start moving.”

“Tell me when you’re ready.” He rubbed Joey’s back to calm him. “I don’t want to inflict any damage with this huge penis of mine.”

“Don’t you get tired of being so full of yourself, Tris?” Joey asked, smiling.

“Not really. Do you like being full of me?”

“Shut up and take me.” Tristan smiled and leaned completely over Joey. He grabbed his hips and started moving. Joey tensed for a second as Tristan started, but once Tristan established a pace it felt okay.

“What would happen if Yugi and Bakura came back, Joey…if they came back and found you on the floor like this…”

Tristan was kissing up and down Joey’s back, Tristan pulled out, only to skewer Joey deeper then he had been before. “Oh gods…it feels good, Tris…”

Tristan’s wet torso heaved and bucked against Joey harder, his chest sliding against Joey’s slick back. “What would Yugi think, Baby….”

“Ahhhhhh….He’d think I was trying to take his place as the slut in the house.” Tristan continued his work, his thrusts quick and deep as Joey’s body rocked back in forth at the pressure. Tristan’s balls hit Joey’s butt over and over as his body demanded more of the sweet, burning intrusion.

“Do you feel like a slut being taken on the floor, Joey?” Tristan asked in Joey’s ear as he thrust into Joey harder. Joey was now bucking his body back, meeting Tristan stroke for stroke. He couldn’t get enough of this.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM….oh gods…”

“Do you?”

“I feel like I’m doing something naughty….Tris…oh gods…harder….” Tristan moved his hands so that he had a better hold on him and dragged him back onto his cock while he took him mercilessly. All at once the rhythm was frantic.

“Tristan…ummmmmmm….don’t stop yet…please…”

“You’re so damn tight…”

“TRISTAN….” Joey could feel Tristan’s dick swell as he pressed it back up inside of him. Joey knew Tristan was going to explode inside of him at any second.

“Bakura and Yugi …” Tristan stabbed Joey with his cock twice, “…make dinner in this kitchen…” Tristan adjusted his angle as he took himself to the edge, “here you are, Joey…” Tristan shoved his bulging meat into him again as hard as he could, “…getting pounded on the floor.”

“Maybe there’s a little bit of Yugi in me after all,” Joey panted. “There’s a hell of a lot of you in me…” Tristan thrust in once more and gripped Joey’s hips, his knuckles white. Joey shivered at the sensation of Tristan filling him up with stream after stream of his semen.

Joey collapsed onto the kitchen tiles, sweaty and heaving. “Your turn, Baby. Roll over.” Joey did, his eyes half lidded. He curled his legs up and groaned as Tristan opened his legs and buried himself into Joey’s musky genital region. He took Joey into his mouth in one movement, and his fingers found themselves back inside of him.

“AHHHHHHHHH…shit on a stick…oh fuck…” Two of Tristan’s digits agitated his prostate, moving in and out of his asshole with unrestricted ease, coated with the cum that was now inside of the blond.

The brunet kept his mouth busy as he bobbed his head up and down. Joey couldn’t help but yelp as his climax approached. Tristan twisted his tongue around the head of Joey’s dick, smearing the pre-cum against his shaft. He sucked the skin at the tip before dipping his head back down so he could finish Joey off.

“TRISTAN!” The growl came from the pit of his stomach. Joey’s body arched off the floor as Tristan swallowed his seed, hungrily.

Tristan picked his lover up and they headed into Joey’s bedroom. Can I ask you a question?” Tristan asked looking into Joey’s eyes.

“Sure can.”

“What are you doing this weekend?”

“This weekend coming up?” Tristan nodded. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

“I want to take you away for the weekend.”

“Tris…”

“Don’t say no on principle. You don’t have to work do you?”

“No. I’m off.”

“Then come. My parents have a cabin near Kyoto. It’s cozy. There’s a hot tub, and a fireplace.” Joey bit his lip. “Say yes.”

“I don’t know, Tris.”

“It’s a pretty nice area. But I don’t think we’d see much of it, if you catch my drift.” Joey looked at him for a while. “If you come I’ll give you the surprise I have for you.”

“What surprise?” Joey asked, fondly remembering Tristan’s last surprise.

“Come and you’ll get to have it.”

“Okay, I’ll come.” Tristan grinned and kissed Joey’s penis. “Tristan!”

“You said you’d come, Baby. I’m just helping you out.” Joey blushed as Tristan started his sex play all over again.


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“Damn it, he’s calling again, Kura.”

“Don’t pick it up, Babyface.” Yugi ended the call. How many times was Yami going to call him? Didn’t he get the hint? Yugi sighed and turned his cell phone off. “Hey, Bakura, I had a weird dream last night,” Yugi started, as they got back onto the subway.

“What was it?”

“I was in this room. It was all white, like the kind you’d see in a mental institution. And my wrist started bleeding. The room starts turning red, and I scream. I see Yami for a minute but when I start to walk towards him he walks away and then you come up from behind me. And you’re like, Babyface, what the hell are you doing.”

“What happened after that?”

“I woke up.” Bakura frowned.

“I’ve had dreams like that before. Well, sort of. You’ve never been in any of them though. You’re not planning on hurting me are you?”

“I’ll have to check my day planner.” Yugi rolled his eyes. “Here, sit down. I’ll stand.” Yugi sat down, the taller of the pair moved so that he was standing in front of him. Bakura grabbed the overhead bar to steady himself as the train started moving.

“Thanks for treating, Bakura, I appreciate it.”

“You said it was date. How could I not pay for you?” Yugi smiled up at Bakura.

“You would have paid for me even if Tristan and Joey had come,” Yugi mused.

“Of course I would have.” Yugi’s smile broadened.

“You’re really good to me, Bakura. I don’t think I say thank you enough. But I am grateful. No one besides Joey cares about me.”

“What about your other friends?”

“I don’t have any friends. I gave most of them up when I pursued Yami.” Bakura looked into amethyst eyes. Yugi…you’ve been through so much bullshit…aren’t you tired of it? “My grandpa would like you, Bakura,” Yugi mentioned, casually, changing the subject.

“Would he?”

“Yeah. He cares about me too, of course. But he’s kind of obligated, he’s family.” Yugi rubbed Bakura’s thigh. “He’d really like you a lot, Bakura. He’d think you were good for me.”

“Do you think I’m good for you, Babyface?” Bakura asked, meeting Yugi’s gaze.

“Of course I do, Bakura.” Suddenly Yugi wanted nothing more than to talk about anything else. He had a bad feeling he knew where this was heading. “So what stores do you want to go to first when we get to the mall, Kura?”

“Babyface…” Yugi looked back up into chocolate eyes. “Yugi, how do you feel about me…really?”

“I think you’re a wonderful guy, and I’m lucky I know you and you’re a part of my life.”

Bakura gave him a look. “Wasn’t exactly what I meant.”

“You didn’t tell me what store you wanted to go to first, Kura.”

“Do you have feelings for me, Yugi?” Yugi felt himself grow warm. He had hoped he could avoid this. “Babyface, I asked you a question.”

Yugi swallowed, but didn’t make eye contact. “You don’t want me, Bakura. I’m no good for you. You deserve someone better than me.”

“That didn’t answer my question. I didn’t ask you if you wanted to be with me. I asked you how you felt.”

Yugi looked at Bakura then. “Don’t do this, please. Kura, I don’t want to lose you.”

“It’s a question.” Bakura was growing impatient. Yugi knew what Bakura wanted to hear. He didn’t want to alienate his affections, but he didn’t want to go down this road either. “Why can’t you answer my question, Yugi?”

“Why does it matter? I thought this was a sex thing. When did this turn into a romance novel?”

“That’s all this is to you? A sex thing?”

“Bakura, you know the situations I’m in with other guys. Why would you want to put yourself through all that?”

“Once again, that’s not the issue. I asked you a simple question, Yugi.”

“Bakura, please…”

“Answer the damn question.” He hadn’t meant to raise his voice but his frustration was winning out. “It’s a simple question.”

“No it’s not, Bakura. It’s not a simple question. There are implications to my answer. I’m not going to hurt you. Just drop it.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes and shifted away from him. “You said the same thing to Joey too, haven’t you? That you’re goodgood enough. That you don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Leave Joey out of this.”

“Are you in love with him?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, that’s right, you can’t answer any questions. Maybe it’s not Joey, maybe you’re still in love with Seto’s fiancé.”

“Fuck you, Bakura!” Yugi stood up as the train came to a stop. He shuffled so he could get off.

“This isn’t our stop.”

“It’s my stop, you asshole.” Yugi squirmed out of the train. Bakura forced his way towards the door. “Don’t follow me. Leave me alone!”

“Yugi…come back…Yugi…” Bakura called as he struggled to get off. The door closed and he watched helplessly as Yugi took off running. Yugi wasn’t paying any attention to where he was going on the station platform and ran straight into another man. He hit the guy so hard he fell back onto his haunches.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Asshole?” the man asked, as Yugi stood up.

“Sorry,” Yugi mumbled, dusting himself off as he stood. “I didn’t see you.”

“What, I can’t hear you down there, punk.”

“I said I didn’t see you,” Yugi repeated his voice angrier. He looked up at the taller man and started walking around him when the guy grabbed his arm. Yugi was jerked back roughly.

“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to, Faggot.” Yugi bristled, but decided to stay calm.

“What do you want from me, I said I was sorry.”

“You think that’s good enough?”

“I don’t care what’s good enough. Leave me alone.” The guy pushed Yugi back and he fell onto the ground again. It occurred to him at that moment that the man wouldn’t accept any explanation from him. And it also occurred to him that he was in a far worse situation here then he had been in on Wednesday. If worse came to worse he could make a run for it. Maybe find a police officer.

“Your queer ass is infesting this station. You should be ashamed of yourself you walking STD.”

“Leave me alone.” Yugi stood up again slowly, only to be shoved once more. “Don’t touch me.” The guy laughed cruelly. Yugi swallowed and looked around, the station platform was quickly emptying. Was anyone going to come help him?

“It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, Asshole Fucker.” The man took a step forward and pushed Yugi again.

If he called for help what would happen. There were no cops. There were no people. Yugi read some of the signs trying to figure out which way was the exit. He didn’t know an awful lot about Tokyo. The city was relatively safe. But every city had its bad neighborhoods, and he distinctly remembered his grandpa mentioning this district as being a little rough around the edges.

“You like dick don’t you?” Yugi shuttered. “Would you like to be fucked, Faggot?”

Oh gods…he’s going to hurt me… Yugi could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. He was going to be a victim of a hate crime.

“Did anyone tell you you could touch him?” Bakura asked appearing out of nowhere.

Kura…you’re here…you came after me…

“Oh look, the fag has a man. This your cocksucker, Fag? You must be the butch one,” the guy said with a laugh. He didn’t even see Bakura’s fist as it made contact with his face. The guy fell back hitting a garbage can on his way down.

“Yeah, I’m the butch one alright.” Bakura flexed his hand for a moment and turned to Yugi who was standing quietly behind him. Yugi gave him a look and once Bakura established that the guy hadn’t down any damage he turned back to the man. “You want me to make you my bitch, fucker?” The guy stood up, trembling.

“You have some nerve, Faggot.”

“Come up with another insult.” Bakura swung again. The punch connected and the guy stumbled back. Before he had a chance to put his hands up to defend himself again Bakura stroke him a third time. He wasn’t offended by the man’s remarks. He could give a flying fuck. But how dare anyone put a hand on his babyface. Didn’t he realize he could die for that?

“Do you want some more of this?” The guy’s eyes glowed with anger but he kept his distance. His hand was covering his mouth and nose. “What made you think you could lay a finger on him? Huh? Do you have any idea what I could do to you right now? I could break your arm off and shove it up your asshole, you piece of shit. How dare you.”

“Kura, it’s okay…let’s just go.”

“No. He needs to apologize.”

“I don’t apologize to dick munchers.”

“Wrong answer, Bitch.” Bakura grabbed the man and kneed him, before throwing him back to the ground. “You’re going to apologize to him. Or I’m going to show you just why I’m the butch.” The man gasped as Bakura grabbed him by the hair. His face was all bloody now, Yugi wasn’t sure, but it looked like Bakura might have broken the man’s nose. “Well?”

“I’m sorry…” The man stammered.

“You’re right about that.” Bakura kicked him once for good measure. He said nothing as he took Yugi’s hand. “We’re just lucky we’re in the shadier part of town. The subway cops tend to be few and far between in these parts.” Yugi struggled to keep up with his taller lover, glad Bakura held his hand so firmly.

“I know a shortcut we can cut through. We’ll be in the shop district in no time.” Yugi didn’t respond. They reached the street and finally Bakura turned to look at him. Yugi was sniffling. “Babyface?” Yugi only responded with more sniffles. “Did he hit y Yu Yugi shook his head no. “What?”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Bakura made a face as Yugi grabbed him and held him tightly.

“Babyface?”

“You only asked me a question. I just have to make everything into a soap opera. What if you hadn’t of gotten off the train after me? That guy could have really hurt me. He was obviously homophobic. He could have killed me, Kura.”

“I couldn’t get off the train. The door closed. I knew how dangerous this part of town can be. So I pulled the emergency stop handle. In the confusion I pried open the doors and started heading back to you. I wish I got there sooner, I don’t want to know what the guy said to you.”

Yugi only cried a little harder. “He really scared you, huh?” Yugi nodded. we we weren’t in the middle of a date I’d take care of him properly. It makes me so mad that he would threaten you, Babyface. I wish I had a chance to really teach him a lesson.” Yugi thought about that statement. What else would Bakura have done? He already broke the guy’s nose.

“Thank you, Kura…”

Bakura held him closer and kissed Yugi’s hair. “It’s okay now. I’m here.”

“I thought he was going to hurt me.”

“He’s gone now, Yugi. It’s okay.”

“Why do I throw myself in these bad situations all the time? One of these days I’m going to get caught up somewhere, and you won’t be there to rescue me.”

“I’ll always be there, Yugi. If you let me be.” Yugi sniffled a little more and held Bakura tighter. I’m so scared of get hur hurt again, Bakura…I’m so scared of being alone again… “Don’t cry anymore.” Yugi looked at him and pulled away. “It’s okay.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll buy you rice balls for lunch. Alright?” Yugi nodded. Bakura gently wiped away the tears.

“Bakura, I meant what I said before. I’m not good for you.”

“We can work on that.” Yugi smiled. “No more crying, okay?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m not emotional usually. I just…it’s been a bad weekend.”

“I know it has.”

“Fuck, it’s been a bad week, Bakura. You’re the only bright spot. You and Joey.”

“Come on.” Bakura took Yugi’s hand and squeezed it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your question, Kura.” Bakura gave him a look.

“Don’t worry about it.” You already answered my question, Babyface. Yugi smiled and Bakura kissed him. It’s okay, Yugi…you’ll learn to trust me. And then we’ll be together.




author’s endnotes: Hum….an interesting installment. Rent and watch Nine ½ Weeks. Kim Bassinger looks funny with that hair do. What is important to note here is the little things. Like when Tristan mentioned that Ryou was a “different type of needy”. We’ll get some more insight into Bakura and Ryou’s relationship next chapter from Tristan of all people. It’s also important to note that this is the first time Yugi let himself get emotional and upset around someone other than Joey. Yami’s birthday party doesn’t count, since Tristan and Bakura kind of came later on. Yugi had every reason to be upset, of course, but maybe it won’t take Bakura that long to gain Yugi’s trust. Of course knowing me, things won’t be that easy. Actually next chapter things get angsty again…Yami finally speaks to Yugi, how rude of him to run out without saying goodbye. Seto’s not out of it yet…and there’s more drama to come… There’s a funny ironic reason why I called this story Beauty… especially since things get murky and uglier the more things progress…well, in some ways… Please review… and here’s a taste of what’s next:

“I’m confused. Explain it to me. What are you talking about, Joey.”

“It’s simple.”

“I don’t understand, Baby.”

“I fucked him for money, Tristan.”

“When did this happen?” Tristan asked, his eyes narrowing.

“The day you first asked me out.”

“You slept with Seto Kaiba for money?”