Shattered

Shattered.
By Lady Jade

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Warnings: I don’t own Yugioh. Damn. Anyways, I’m not making any profit off this, and my hat is off to all the talented ppl who worked so hard to make Yugioh successful. If you sue me, all you’ll get are my student loans. Have fun. This is Yaoi boys and Girls. Boy boy interaction. (TxJ) Explicit stuff. NO kiddies or ppl with heart conditions. Swim at your own risk!
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A/N: Lots of citrus fresh goodness. At last, I know :P anyways, think I got the whole family thing right, and well…this chapter is just a good excuse for some angst and sap *slaps herself* well, on with the show!

- Wataris_Girl

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“Yeah, everything’s set. I talked with my lawyer. The pup can stay wherever he wants so long as he keeps going to school.”
“Really?”
“That’s it. Is it alright with your parents?”
“My mom and dad love Jo. I think they’ve always kinda known what was going on. And I called my Bro, and he says Jo can have his old room. Were only using it for storage anyways.”
“That’s good.” Seto forced a smile.
“Hey, uh…Seto?”
The CEO blinked and looked at Tristan.
“It’s really been big of you man, I know you still love Joey, and I know that you know that we…”
Kaiba nodded.
“I just…I want to say thanks. For understanding. For being so…selfless.”
Kaiba shook his head.
“You can give Joey what I cannot, I live under constant scrutiny. For us to have any sort of relationship was impossible because it was not fair to Joey. He wanted to be honest, to tell the whole world the truth, because deep down, Jo wants the truth. He deserves it. I could not give myself to him completely. I had to work, and he got ignored. And that wasn’t right.”
Tristan found himself having a great deal of respect for Kaiba. He had never guessed at the depth of understanding that Seto was displaying.
“I guess you’ve thought about this allot, haven’t you?”
Kaiba nodded, tears in the corners of his eyes.
A car pulled up around the corner and waved to Tristan. His folks had come to drive Joey home so that Tristan could drive his bike back.
“Seto.” Tristan choked, his brown eyes filled with the pain he felt for the CEO.
“Take care of Joey. For me.” Kaiba whispered as he turned and walked away.

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The others waved cheerfully as the car pulled away, and they said their thanks to Kaiba for feeding them and letting them stay. Tristan thanked each of them personally, for g sug such a source of strength for him and Joey. They all were going to walk back, minus Tristan. It was as nice a day as the day before. School was tomorrow, and they had to get back home and make up for the Thursday and Friday that they had all missed, but they figured they could hang out and at least walk back together. They had all just cleared the gate, and there was nobody but Tristan, Seto and Mokuba. There was a little moment of silence between them, before Tristan smiled reassuringly.
“Call sometime. We can hang out.” He encouraged as he started his bike and revved the engine once for Mokuba’s glee. He waved as he drove away. And just before he cleared the gate, he peered into his rearview mirror to see Seto sit down and rest his head in his hands dejectedly. It made his heart hurt.

~*~
“Bro?”
“Mokuba.” Seto choked back his tears.
“ Bro, its…oh.” Mokuba was bright. He understood the situation in a flash, faster than he had ever pieced anything together before. Sead bad been with Joey. That explained it. And now Joey was with Tristan, and Tristan was being nice about it so it could only mean that…woah. Wild.
Mokuba just knelt in front of his brother and nuzzled against his hands until he had to pull them away from his tear stained face. The dark haired younger Kaiba didn’t even wait for an ok from his brother. He just threw himself into those strong arms with brotherly abandon.
“It’s ok bro. I understand. It’s been hard for you too keep it together for so long hasn’t it.”
Those arms that had been limp and startled, gradually tightened until Mokuba could barely breathe. Seto just cried into his jet-black hair for the longest time. And Mokuba just told him over and over again that he was his brother, and he loved him, and that everything would be alright in time. Seto always knew he could count on Mokuba to know what to do.

~*~
The house was silent as Joey paused in the middle of pushing himself upright, and encouraging his feet to touch the floor. It was completely silent. Tristan had insisted his parents go out to eat. And per doctor’s orders, Joey was supposed to try to stand today. That, and take a shower. Which he was very enthusiastic about. The thought of hot water was the best thought he had had all day, short of being part of a family that wanted him and loved him. Tristan breezed into Joey’s new room with a smile, standing in nothing but a pair of swim trunks.
“Shower?!”
“Please!” Joey nearly begged.
“We gotta get you there first. You ready for this?”
“Yeah.” Joey snorted. “I’m just glad your folks aren’t here to hear me crying like a baby when I try this.”
“Jo.” Tristan encouraged as he sat beside the blonde. “If you need to cry about it, cry. It’s going to hurt trying to walk as sore as your muscles are. Just lean on me when you need to, we’ll stop, and then when you can handle it again, we’ll keep trying.”
“Ok.” Joey whispered thickly. “But I swear I will never take walking for granted again.”
Tristan chuckled as he stood, and then placed his knees on either side of Joey’s and got a firm grasp just under the blonde’s elbows, quirked an eyebrow.
“Ready? Tristan asked.
“Ready.” Joey breathed, as he closed his eyes, took a slow, deep breath and pushed himself to his feet.
“Oh God!” He gasped as he struggled not to collapse back to the bed.
“Ok Jo. It’s ok. Come one, just breathe nice and slow and take it easy.”
Joey trembled. His legs and hips felt like they were on fire. The muscles cramping painfully from disuse. But slowly, surely, the longer he leaned against Tristan’s smooth bare chest, he felt the muscles start to loosen as they remembered this foreign act. He was eventually able to straighten his knees. He leaned a little off of Tristan’s shoulder, trying to get his back to obey him, and eventually, those muscles too remembered that Joey was master. His ribs ground, his shoulders ached, and his arms were telling him in no uncertain terms what a dick he was. But, slowly, the pain was getting manageable. When he was finally able to tilt his head up and make eye contact with Tristan, he studied that creamy tan complexion, the brown eyes wide, eyebrows knit with worry and studying his face for pain, displeasure, anything while he worried his lip between his teeth. He was lucky he hadn’t screamed when he wanted to. Tristan would have been upset by his tears.
“How is it Jo?”
“Better.” Joey let out a shuddering breath along with his reply.
“You ready to try walking?”
“Yeah. Sooner I see hot water the better. I feel like I’m starting to grow moss or something.”
Tristan chuckled and shouldered up under Joey’s arm, changing positions so that he could let Joey lean on the wall with one arm, and have the other around his shoulders. Joey’s first steps were halting, followed by tiny, barely audible sobs of pain. But as they made it to the door, and the blonde could lean on the walls, he began to even out, and by the time they made it to the end of the hall Joey was hardly leaning on Tristan at all.
They both padded barefoot into the bathroom. Tristan flipped the lid on the toilet down, and offered Joey a seat, which he gratefully took. The taller duelist could not help tangling his fingers in that now sweat damp mop of blonde hair, and he usedto tto tilt Joey’s chin up, so their eyes could meet.
“You are so brave Jo, I love you so much for being so brave. I couldn’t have made it here without screaming.”
Joey shrugged, and was about to brush it off when Tristan’s warm full lips were on his. He closed his eyes reflexively leaning into the touch and involuntarily whimpering. The contact was hot, and gentle and so much better than the pain he was in that it was staggering. Those lips muzzled against his, never a trace of wanting to deepen, only explore. Joey realized with a jolt it must be Tristan’s first kiss. It was so chaste and warm. It had to be. It felt like something warm and furry brushed up his spine at the thought. Tristan wanted his first kiss to be with him. Joey Wheeler. And no one else. It was a comfort, that someone thought so highly of him. That Tristan, no, his Koibito, thought so much of him.
Tristan pulled away looking dazed, Hazel eyes nearly a green gray with desire and love. Joey blinked Honey gold up at him, not certain how anxious of a lover Tristan would be.
“Was that…Ok?” Tristan asked, suddenly looking worried that he had done something wrong.
“More than ok…Tristan, kneel for a second, here.” Joey encouraged as Tristan obediently stooped, bare chested between the blonde’s knees. They were on the same level now, eye to eye, and Joey took a moment to lean forward and press a soft kiss to the top of Tristan’s shoulder. He heard the dark haired duelist gasp at the warmth on air-chilled skin. Joey kissed a slow hot trail up that shoulder to the junction of neck and jaw, leaving Tristan writhing. He kissed and nuzzled further up that smooth and perfect cheek, until his lips were over the other duelist’s. His good hand came up to support the back of Tristan’s head, while his splinted wrist traced the hard, smooth planes of his koi’s chest. Then he devoured the brunette from the mouth down. He kissed the taller duelist so hard, so fast, so unmercifully, that he gasped at the sensations. Joey did not wait, and while those amazing lips were parted he delved in. He was not harsh, but he was firm, and insistent. He felt Tristan startle, start to squirmingly object, and then fall into his mouth, kissing back with reckless abandon, his tongue dueling with Joey’s as he caught on to the rhythm between them. It was when Joey let his fingers trail across an already pebble hard nipple that it happened. Joey felt Tristan whimper and go taut, and he immediately pushed back. But it was too late. Tristan’s eyes were wide and startled as a trembling gasp shook him from head to toe and his eyelids fluttered shut. He leaned over Joey’s legs, gasping for air as moments later; all the tension had left his body.
“Oh hell.” He whispered, barely able to believe what had just happened.
Joey was blinking at him in astonishment as he let the fingers of his good hand comfortingly stroke the bare back of the man hunched across him.
“Tris…its ok, if you are that sensitive. It’s ok, really.”
“I just…oh my God…I just…”
“Shhh.” Joey soothed. “Next time I’ll just go slower, that’s all.”
“There’s going to BE a next time after that. Oh my god.” Tristan dissolved into embarrassed tears, hugging the tops of Joey’s thighs apologetically.
“You think that’s an insult? I take it as a compliment.” Joey whispered as he painfully bent to drop a kiss at the nape of Tristan’s neck and nuzzle the soft hair that smelled like cologne and sunlight.
“I’m so sorry.” Tristan whimpered.
“For what? So what! You are new to this. And I am perfectly complimented that just me kissing you and touching you is enough to make you come.”
“Still, its embarrassing.” Tristan murmured.
“Don’t let it be. But lets get into that shower, eh? You are shaking, and maybe I just want you to hold me for a little while?” Joey encouraged.
“I suppose.” The taller duelist murmured as he slowly stood, his hand reflexively covering the damp spot at the front of his trunks.
“Its ok Tris’, don’t be ashamed. Good sex is like good food. Messy.” Joey licked his lips.
“Jo’, you cant possibly be thinking about…HEY! Do you want me to do it AGAIN? Cease! Desist!”
Joey just chuckled evilly.

~*~
The two just stood entwined under the water, letting run off them in beads, it felt so good that it was all Joey could do not to moan. Tristan whispered gently to him that he was safe and loved. He involuntarily shivered against that taller stronger body. It was so good to be held and feel protected, to not have to be looking out for everyone else for once.
“Let me wash your hair?” The brunette whispered.
“Please.” Joey murmured back.
There was a moment of cold, and then the smell of herbs, green and fresh and crisp, and Tristan’s fingers kneading slowly, sensually across his scalp. He felt him part his hair, pick out a strand, and scrub harder.
“Sorry love, gotta get this blood out, if it hasn’t stained your hair already.”
A triumphant growl moments later confirmed that it had come out after all.
“So beautiful… I love your hair Jo. I love all of you of course, from your beautiful eyes to your hot…nevermind.”
“Tristan, are you trash talking me?” Joey murmured, faking incredulity.
“Well, I guess I was, wasn’t I?”
It made Joey laugh joyously. And it made Tristan smile that he could make the love of his life laugh like that.
“Close your eyes.” Tristan whispered as he backed just Joey into the spray, and scrubbed the soap out until the water ran clean.
“There.” Tristan stated, and began and ended a search for body wash. It was something he had bought for himself a long time ago. He bought it because it reminded him of Jo’s cologne. He smiled as he found a clean washcloth and worked up a lather.
“Let me wash you?”
Joey smiled.
“You’ll have to, I can’t bend and reach like that and you know it.”
Tristan laughed quietly, pulled Joey from the spray, and then back against his chest. He started at the blonde’s shoulders, delicate skipping over or blotting soap onto sutures, washing off scabs, and caressing gently over bruises. He scrubbed even more carefully over Joey’s now un-splinted wrist, and then began on his chest, soothing over aching ribs that had begun to purple quite nicely.
“Oh Jo.” Tristan whispered. “It makes me sick that anyone would do this to you. You know you didn’t deserve this, right?”
Joey nodded numbly.
“Ok. I just…wanted you to know that. No one here is going to hurt you like this ever again. They might yell at you because they love you, but they will never ever harm you.”
“It’s…good to know, you know?” Joey stated, leaning back into Tristan’s touch as his hand went lower, teasing, stroking, and after kneeling to wash Joey’s bruised and cut legs, the strong body was once again at his back. It was too much, Joey need his lovers touch, and he needed it desperately, partly to kill the grief, and partly so that he could feel alive again.
“Tris’…please!” He let his head flop limply back against Tristan’s shoulder, his whole body practically sealed to the bigger duelists.
“Jo?”
“Please touch me.” Joey begged.
“Touch you…oh!” Tristan got it slowly, but surely.
“Please, I want to feel you. I want to…to…”
“Ok.” Tristan comforted as he squeezed a little soap into his palm.
“Joey, I love you.” He whispered as he lathered Joey’s member to life, his touch, surprisingly expert, as if he already knew exactly what his Koibito would want or need.
“Oh!” Was all Joey could say as he involuntarily bucked into Tristan’s work callused palm, in a few more strokes, he was so desperately hard he thought he would faint. No one had touched him like this, no one but Kaiba, and this, he hated to say it, was so much better, and it wasn’t even half as intense. He leaned back into Tristan, who wrapped one arm supportively around his waist, while his other hand worked Joey from root to tip. Joey let his hand come up and cover the taller duelists as he began to need a faster pace. Within a short moment, he couldn’t think, all he could do was gasp raggedly and lean into Tristan, trusting the bigger duelist to support him when he finished. He had a moment of absolute quiet calm, where all he could do was feel Tristan’s renewed arousal pressing against his lower back, and his hand working him until there was nothing but blinding light.
“Tristane soe sobbed as his whole body went taut and he felt a strong arm catch him, and then, to his surprise, a deeper voice, whispering his name as well, and a wetness hotter than the water against his back. As he drifted back he could feel Tristan shivering against him, trembling still. Joey almost had to smile. That was thing with Tristan, he was suddenly sure. His pleasure brought Tristan pleasure, and somehow, it was reassuring. Tristan cared whether he finished, whether he felt good, unlike Seto. This was what he had been waiting for, for so very long.
The bigger duelist shut off the water and helped him out of the shower, dried him off, dried his hair and after re-splinting and putting new bandages on, helped him into a clean pair of his old pajama’s.
“They look better on you then they do on me.” Tristan said as he helped Joey limp back to the bedroom. He helped settle the blonde back into bed, gave him his pain medicine and antibiotics, and then settled to the edge of the bed.
“Hey Tris?”
“Hm?”
“Will you hold me…just until I fall asleep?”
“Let me get out of this towel and into some dry sleep pants and we have a deal.” Tristan said.
“Hey, yeah, wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your pants.” Joey smirked.
“Yes you would.” Was Tristan’s parting shot.

~*~
The Taylor’s peered into the room thoughtfully, two knowing smiles on their faces. Tristan was curled up protectively around a deeply sleeping Joey, and had the most satisfied smile on his face they had ever seen.
“Should we wake him?” She asked.
“No.” He whispered. “I think Tristan is right where he needs to be.”
She smiled and then closed the door quietly and turned the hall light off.
“You know, I think your right dear.”
~*~

TBC:
**cough**sap**cough** oh well, it was beautiful sap, ne? **cough**yearight**cough**

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- Lady Jade