The Mountain Moved

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, nor anything related to Kodak, nor the song The Mountain Moved.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains swearing, violence, references to forced sex and prostitution. 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.

Author’s Notes: “indicates normal speech of course”
~Song Lyrics~


Dedicated to Dragondreamer Yami Dragon, so much more than a friend.

THE MOUNTAIN MOVED
By
Terra

Tristan tugged at the collar of his ‘monkey suit’ in a vain attempt to loosen the strangling torture device without a certain someone seeing him. No such luck. A hand whipped out and slapped his hard, nearly hitting his nose in the process.

“Damn, Joey! What’d ya do that for?” he snarled, shaking his hand to ease the sting.

“If you don’t stop messing with it, it won’t look right,” he straightened the brunet’s collar and tie yet again.

“It’s choking the hell out of me,” Tristan started to tug at the tie again but thought better of it, seeing the glare his best friend shot at him. “How do you stand it, Mr. T-shirts and torn jeans?”

“Seto’s drug me tons of these things. You get used to wearing it after a while.”

“Well, this is my first one,” Tristan sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. “And I feel like I’m choking.”

Joey joined him. “You mean Otogi never took you to any of these dinners before? They have one every month.”

“No, but we’ve only been together for three months,” Tristan looked thoughtful. “Come to think of it, he’s never even mentioned them.”

“He usually doesn’t attend.”

They both looked up to see Seto leaning against the doorway. Tristan couldn’t help but notice the way Joey’s face lit up as his lover came over to kiss him. “You look sensational, as usual, puppy. I’ll be the envy of everyone there.”

“No, I think that’ll be me,” Joey returned the kiss with one of his own.

“Not to interrupt the Kodak moment here guys,” Tristan grinned at his two friends. “But what did you mean by Otogi not going to these things? His store is all into Duel Monsters too, and I know he’s always interested in the newest developments and stuff.”

“He used to attend when he first opened his store in Domino,” Seto tossed a pair of diamond cufflinks to Joey, selecting a pair of sapphire ones for himself. “But for a while he’s sent a representative instead.”

“That would be Alex, his store manager. Wish he’d sent the guy to this one too.”

Joey draped an arm over his long time friend’s shoulders. “Tris, you’re getting worked up over nothing. Don’t mess with your tie. Don’t spill wine down the front of your tux. And you’ll do fine,” he gave him one of famous grins. “I lived through my first one just fine.”

“Yeah, but I was a mess,” Seto smirked.

“Watch it you. I know all your secrets,” Joey mock glared at the CEO, earning him chuckles from both brunets.

The three men headed downstairs, Tristan stopping halfway down, “I forgot my cufflinks, guys. Be right back.”

Joey shook his head, “He’d forget his ass if it wasn’t attached.”

Seto and Joey made it downstairs in time to see the butler escorting Otogi in. They made their greetings, with the dice master, receiving some good natured teasing about his hairstyle. Instead of the usual headband and high ponytail, he had opted to forgo the headband and wear his hair down, gathered at the nape of his neck with an emerald green velvet ribbon that matched his dress shirt.

“Man, Otogi. If I knew you looked so hot with your hair down, I’d have hit on you myself,” Joey ran a length of the midnight black hair through his hand.

“Lay off, Goldilocks,” Otogi slapped at him. “I’ll chip out that ten ton gel you put in your hair and give you two ponytails with little pink bows, like a girl.”

Seto quirked an eyebrow, “I’d pay big money to see that.”

“Watch it, or you’ll be sleeping. By. Your. Self,” the blond growled, poking Seto in the chest with each word.

“You’ll be hurting yourself more than me, puppy,” Seto pulled his lover close, kissing him passionately.

Joey melted into the kiss, responding eagerly to the tall brunet. He was flushed and breathing heavily when they broke apart.

“Thus I make my point,” Seto smirked.

“You cheated.”

“Didn’t know it was a game.”

Otogi couldn’t help but laugh at the pair. At first glance they seemed so mismatched, the rich and powerful CEO and the easy going street punk, but when together, anyone could see a rare and honest love.

“Hey, you guys didn’t start the party without me did you?” Tristan called out, trotting down the stairs.

Otogi looked up at the brunet. His heart fluttered, like it always did when he saw Tristan smile. He glanced over at Seto holding Joey in a loose embrace. How he wanted what they had, a deep, enduring love that could withstand anything thrown at it. Tristan seemed sincere, but Otogi just couldn’t bring himself to take that final step. If only he knew he wouldn’t end up devastated and heartbroken like the last time.

Tristan took Otogi’s hands, holding his arms out from his body. “Baby, you look...beyond fantastic,” he kissed the raven haired man softly.

He couldn’t stop the blush from creeping across his face. It happened every time Tristan complimented him. He could almost believe himself to be as special as the brunet claimed.

“And you’d look a whole lot sexier with a straight tie,” Otogi reached over, adjusting the black bow. He grinned at the beleaguered look on Tristan’s face. “Leave it alone the rest of the night, and I’ll give you a present.”

Tristan brightened, “Promise?” Otogi nodded, kissing him.

“All right love birds, time to go.”

“Never heard of fashionably late, Seto?” Joey smirked.

“Some people believe in being punctual.”

“Yeah, the uptight, controlling, work-a-holic, super rich ones.”

“Keep it up, and you will be sleeping alone tonight, puppy.”

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So far the evening hadn’t been too bad in Tristan’s opinion; then again they had only been at the convention hall for thirty minutes. Seto and Joey had taken off for parts unknown as soon as they hit the door. Knowing Joey, it was to go have a quickie behind the podium. Knowing Seto, it was to check out the competition and bankrupt it before the dessert course. Tristan smirked; he could just imagine what they were up to if they decided on a compromise.

Otogi had vanished when Tristan went to get a drink. He looked around and spotted the dice master gazing out a window at the vast expanse of Domino’s skyline. “Pretty, isn’t it?” he said, coming up behind him.

Otogi jumped, nearly sloshing his drink out of the glass. “Yeah, it is,” he said a little too quickly.

Tristan set his drink down. “Baby, what’s wrong? I’ve never seen you act like this,” concern clearly evident in his voice.

“How am I acting, Tristan?”

Now he was certain something was wrong. Otogi hadn’t called him Tristan since that day in front of the diner when the brunet ran into him, knocking his groceries all over the sidewalk. “You’re nervous, jumpy. I’d even go so far to say you’re scared of something.”

Guarded emerald eyes regarded him for a second before returning to stare out the window. “I’m not scared of anything here,” Otogi said softly.

“What about any ONE?”

Otogi whipped his head around so fast his hair billowed out. Shock and...fear clearly evident on his face. The ruby liquid in his glass began to shimmy from the small tremors running through his slim body.

Tristan took Otogi’s wine glass, setting it next to his. “Baby, this is not like you. If there is someone here who has threatened you or hurt you or whatever, I won’t let them anywhere near you,” he reached over and gently ran his hand down the side of Otogi’s face. “But for me to help; you have to talk to me.”

“It happened a long time ago. I should be over it by now,” Otogi crossed his arms tightly across his chest.

There were a million things Tristan could say in response to that. Instead he did the one thing he knew, beyond a doubt, would best convey his feelings. He pried Otogi’s arms from in front of his body and took the smaller man in his arms, not giving a rat’s ass what anyone else in the room would think.

Otogi sighed and leaned into the muscular brunet. Here, wrapped in Tristan’s arms, he felt loved and valued. He could stay there for the rest of his life. He wanted to stay there for the rest of his life, if only he could be sure.

Calloused fingers gently tipped his chin up, and he found himself gazing into warm hazel eyes. “Baby, talk to me. Tell me what’s got you so spooked. If it bothers you this much, it’s not nothing.”

Otogi decided to take a chance, “Tris, I...”

A chime sounded, announcing dinner was being served.

He smiled weakly at the brunet. “Later?” hazel eyes narrowed him. “I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, baby,” Tristan softly kissed his forehead before taking his hand and leading him into the dinning room.

They found their seats between Joey and Seto and Yami and Yugi with Ryou and Bakura across from them.

“Hey, guys. I didn’t know you’d be here,” Tristan grinned at the two white haired men, pulling the chair out for Otogi.

“Well, I was invited,” Ryou smiled at the brunet. “Someone told the planning committee I was the top rated duelist in England for four years running.”

Tristan cast a sidelong glance at Seto. “I wonder who?” The CEO just smirked over the rim of his wineglass.

“I was pissed to learn my hikari was keeping secrets from me,” Bakura glared at his look-a-like. “I will have to punish him when we get home.”

Ryou leaned away from the spirit, terror in his eyes. “No. Bakura. Please,” he whimpered.

“Tomb robber, I thought you were past that?” The Eye of Horus glowing faintly on Yami’s forehead.

“What? Torturing my light?” he took a nonchalant drink from his glass. “Ppfftt, I know every ticklish place on his body, and I fully intend to exploit every one.”

Everyone laughed, realizing the thief only talked tough when it came to Ryou. In truth, it was the slight British boy who had the upper hand in their relationship. Yugi and Yami both were quiet; their eyes glazed over, talking through their mind link, and from the humble posture of the former pharaoh, he was getting a dressing down from his light for doubting the once thief.

Tristan eyed the first course of the dinner, salad; it looked fairly safe. He glanced around at his friends; they all seemed to be enjoying it. He took a tentative bit. He had to admit, it was pretty good, for salad.

Joey stared at the many utensils laid out in front of him. He glanced at Seto, holding up a small two pronged fork.

“Wrong one, puppy.”

He set that one down and held up the main course fork.

“Wrong one, puppy.”

Joey smirked, holding up a spoon.

Seto quirked an eyebrow at the blond. “Bad puppy. No bone for you.”

Tristan leaned foreword, “Don’t you mean boner?”

Seto’s response was lost to Otogi’s coughing.

The salads were cleared for the second course, a rich soup Tristan was very familiar with. Vichyssoise.

Yami took one bite and dropped his spoon into the bowl with a clink. “It’s cold.”

Seto glanced up, “It’s vichyssoise.”

Yami blinked. “And that means...”

“It’s supposed to be cold,” Ryou remarked.

“You call yourselves civilized?” Yami pushed the bowl away with one finger. “Even in my era we knew to heat our food.”

Tristan couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen with the next course. Considering it was snails in a butter sauce, it had potential. He didn’t have to wait long either.

Bakura was trying to dig one of the tiny mollusks from its shell and shot it across the table, straight at Joey. Tristan waited in anticipation, knowing the hot headed blond would yell. Seto’s hand shot out, catching the tiny projectile and flicked it back at the thief.

Not to outdone, Bakura caught it, sending it sailing back at the CEO’s head. Seto leaned to one side, letting the snail fly past, hitting a woman in the back of the head at the table behind theirs.

“You didn’t tell me there was a show with dinner,” Tristan whispered in Otogi’s ear.

He grinned at the hazel eyed brunet, “Usually there isn’t.”

Bakura grinned when then main course came, lobster. He loved lobster ever since Ryou had forced him to try one at Yugi’s birthday party. He pulled his dagger from his ankle sheath and prepared to dig in.

“Sir, would you like a dinner knife?”

The waiter was shaking as the former tomb robber lifted his dagger, letting the light glint off the razor sharp edge. “Got one, thanks.”

“Bakura!”

“What!” he looked at Ryou. “I was polite.”

“Do NOT use that dagger at dinner.” The hikari’s voice sounded very much like his yami’s.

Bakura moved the dagger closer to his plate.

“I mean it Bakura.” The rest of the table stopped eating to see who would win out. “I’ll go to bed tonight wearing a full set of pajamas.”

The dagger wavered but moved closer, poised over the shellfish, ready to crack it open.

“On second thought, I won’t wear anything to bed.” Bakura grinned. “But you’ll be sleeping on the sofa.”

The dagger was replaced into its sheath, and Bakura used the dinner knife to open his lobster.

“Now I know where to send you for obedience training, puppy.”

Joey said nothing, simply glaring at the brunet. Tristan knew that look well; it had been directed at him once. He ended up in the girl’s locker room wearing nothing but a smiley face sticker when the entire cheer leading squad came in. He still had nightmares about that.

By the time dessert was served, Tristan was glad he had followed Otogi’s example, eating only a portion of each course. The only person to finish every dish had been Joey, and even the blond looked as if he had had enough.

Trolleys were wheeled out laden with dishes of fruit covered cake. It looked pretty good until the servers poured brandy over it and set it aflame.

“Careful, puppy. Hot,” Seto smirked.

“I can fix that,” he picked up Seto’s water glass, dumping it on the flames. “All putted out,” he grinned. “I’m stuffed. Let’s dance.”

Seto looked stunned as the blond drug him from the table, whether from Joey dumping the water on the dessert or from him saying he was full, no one would ever know.

By general consensus the rest of the group decided to head for the dance floor as well.

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Tristan and Otogi were the last of their group to enter the ballroom. They stopped in the doorway for a second, giving the brunet time to quickly scan the room. There were several same sex couples on the dance floor other than their friends, which Tristan was thankful for. He didn’t feel like having to defend his lifestyle the hard way to some narrow minded jerk tonight. He found the perfect spot and steered Otogi towards a darkened corner. He pulled the smaller man close and began to move to the music.

Otogi was tense in Tristan’s arms, remembering another dinner where he danced in a secluded corner with someone else. “Tris, why are we way over here?”

“So no one will see me do this,” he suckled the base of Otogi’s neck. “Or this,” Tristan’s hands slid down to press the smaller man’s hips against his. “Or this.”

Otogi was caught completely by surprise by the brunet’s passionate kiss. He felt as if he were drifting, all his cares and fears dissolving as he surrendered to the taller man.

“If you want, baby, we can move somewhere else.”

He wrapped his arms around Tristan’s neck, his head on his chest. “Right here is just fine. There is no place I’d rather be right now than right here.”

Tristan closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the man he held so gently. He marveled yet again how well their bodies fit together, as if made for each other. He laid his cheek against the raven colored hair, inhaling the fresh scent he loved so much. He nearly missed a step when he realized it was more than the scent of the raven colored hair he loved. He loved Otogi, his hair, his body, his insecurities, his flashy glitz, everything.

Otogi looked up, “What did you say?”

Tristan blushed, not realizing he had spoken that revelation out loud. “I, um... I said that...I, uhm...I love you,” once he got it out he wanted to say it right. “I love you, Otogi. With all my heart. I think I have for a while.”

He didn’t miss the look of surprise in those emerald eyes, or the look of hope and happiness that followed. He couldn’t help himself; he spun them around, dipped his raven haired love, kissing him passionately.

Tristan loved him! Otogi wanted to shout and cry at the same time. It was what he had dreamed of for so long. His mind was reeling, and after Tristan’s impromptu dip, he was a little dizzy. He stumbled against another couple once he was back on his feet.

He turned around, mumbling an apology. “I’m sor...,” he stopped dead.

Tristan grinned at the other couple. “Look, we’re really sorry.” Otogi pulled from his grasp, walking away. “Otogi, what’s wrong?”

“I need some air, Tris,” he muttered, walking faster.

“You want me to come?” Otogi shook his head and rushed out of the ballroom.

“Sometimes Otogi just needs his space.”

Tristan turned back to the other couple, slightly confused. “You know him?”

“Yeah, name’s Chris,” the man extended his hand. “We were a rather hot item not so long ago.”

~His memory was a mountain
As tall as it was wide
It cast a cold dark shadow
Across this heart of mine
I tried to rise above it
Might have rolled a stone or two~

Otogi found an out-of-the-way corner in the elevator lobby. Of all the people to run into, it had to be Chris. The very reason Otogi stopped coming to these convention dinners in the first place. He couldn’t face that man, not after what happened. All the hurt and pain came crashing back in on him again.

He closed his eyes, thumping his head against the wall. “Tristan,” he whispered.

His eyes flew open. He had left Tristan in there with his ex-lover. If Chris told him about their relationship and the reasons for their breakup, Tristan wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him. He had to get him away from Chris. He pushed himself off the wall, determined not to lose the one person he had come to trust with his heart.

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Tristan shook the man’s hand. “So you and Otogi dated?”

“No, we were lovers,” Chris laughed. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell you about me.”

Every warning flag the brunet had suddenly went up. Something about this guy didn’t add up. “We’ve only been together a little while; he may not feel comfortable talking about certain things from his past just yet.”

“Could be,” Chris shrugged. “I bet he still feels comfortable in every other way though, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” Tristan’s tone was quiet and even, belying the rage burning in his hazel eyes.

“Otogi’s a real good lay. But I’m sure you know that already,” Chris took a drink from a passing waiter’s tray. “He would wiggle and squirm, and was so damn tight. And that mouth, hell he could make a man feel real good.”

Tristan’s hands clenched so hard his nails bit into his palms.

“So why’d you give me so much shit when I offered you 5,000 for him that night?”

Tristan’s head whipped around to stare at Chris’ companion. Did he hear that right?

“Come on Mark. It’s not my fault he pussied out. Anyway, stop griping, I gave you back your money. Can I help it if the little whore suddenly developed problems with sharing?” Chris began to laugh. “Talk to his new stud here, maybe the little bitch will let you take him for a spin if he says so.”

Tristan couldn’t stop himself. His fist flew out, hitting Chris low in the stomach.

“What the fuck is your problem!” he coughed out, doubled over, arms wrapped around himself.

“I take the fact that you’re still on your feet as a personal insult, asshole,” Tristan swung again, catching him full in the mouth and knocking a tooth across the room. Chris flew through the air, landing on his ass, and sliding several inches. Tristan slowly walked over and yanked the man up by his collar. “I don’t give a shit if you are the fucking President of Japan, you bad mouth the man I love; I’m going to beat you to a bloody pulp.” He slammed his fist into the man’s stomach again.

“There’s no reason to be so damned possessive,” Chris groaned. “I mean he’s a good fuck but he’s not that good.”

“You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?” Tristan growled, slugging the man again, sending him back to the floor. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to insult someone’s lover in front of them? It gets you seriously hurt.”

“Love? All that little pussy is good for is relieving the stress after a hard day at work. Just tell me this, stud. Does he still scream like a girl when you ram into his tight little ass?” Chris sneered.

Tristan jerked the guy up by his lapels and reared his hand back ready to swing again. A firm grip on his arm stopped him. He looked over to see Seto holding him back.

“Enough,” the CEO nodded towards the doorway.

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Otogi ran back to the ballroom, nearly colliding with some guy running all out for the elevators. He pushed his way through the crowd at the door in time to hear Chris’ comment about him being a good fuck. His heart skipped a beat; Tristan knew. He stepped out into a fairly clear space and saw Chris fall to the floor the second time.

Lover? Tristan considered him to be his lover? At that moment Otogi knew he could trust the hazel eyed brunet not to break his heart and spirit as Chris had.

~The mountain moved
And I could see
A vision of forever standing right in front of me
The earth stood still
And the light broke through
Some miracles only love can do
The mountain moved~

Tristan looked over to see Otogi standing there, looking stunned. Suddenly the guy dangling from his fist wasn’t all that important. He threw him to the floor and held his arm out, motioning for Otogi to come over.

“This the asshole who had you worried, baby?” Otogi nodded. “He’s not going to be causing anyone any trouble for a long time, if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Well, I don’t think I’m willing to take that kind of gamble,” Seto pulled a paper from inside his jacket and began to slowly tear it into neat little squares. When finished, he held it out over Chris’ head, letting the pieces fall from his hand. “Our business arrangement has just been terminated.” He turned to the dice master, “Call my office Monday morning, Otogi. I suddenly find myself in need of a retailer for my next series of virtual games.”

Unknown to everyone, Bakura stood behind the Kaiba Corp CEO, staring a hole through Chris. He licked something red off the blade of his dagger in slow deliberate motions. Catching the fallen man’s eye, he grinned, making sure his elongated canines showed. There was a dark red stain on the tip of each one.

Chris had had all he could take, and seeing that white haired demon licking what looked to be blood off that dagger pushed him over the edge. With a whimper, he lost control of his bodily functions.

Otogi saw the dark stain spread over the front of the man’s pants. “And to think, I used to fuck you. What the Hell was I smoking?”

Tristan threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, baby. We have got to come to more of these things if they’re this much fun,” he wrapped his arm around the raven haired man’s shoulders and headed for the exit. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

Tristan had Seto’s driver drop them off at Otogi’s house. He ripped his tie off two seconds after setting his foot inside the door, his jacket following a half second later. He unbuttoned his shirt halfway and sat down on the sofa, legs stretched out in front of him.

Otogi pushed the door closed, watching the brunet make himself comfortable. He loved the way Tristan’s muscles rippled when he moved. His body was so perfect. And he was so confident and self assured. He hadn’t given it a second thought, standing up to Chris; a man who had intimidated Otogi with a look and a few harsh words.

“You going to stand there all day, baby? Or join me on this great big, lonely sofa?” Otogi smiled, removing his tie and jacket, and cuddled up against Tristan, laying a hand on his stomach, enjoying the sense of security he always felt when close to the brunet.

“Lean up a second,” Tristan murmured. He pulled the velvet bow from Otogi’s hair, shaking the jet black strands loose. “That’s better.” He shifted slightly, pulling his love closer, “You ready to talk to me now, baby?”

Otogi sighed, pressing against Tristan. “I loved him, and I thought he loved me. He told me he did, but it was always when we were having sex. He called me his little sex kitten.”

“Is that why you got so upset when I called you kitten that one time?” Tristan asked softly, running his hand through the raven locks.

“Yeah, then he started to call me his bitch and whore when we were in bed. But I still loved him. I think I did up until the minute he took the money Mark offered him for...,” Otogi trailed off unable to go on.

Tristan held him tighter, offering what comfort he could from the painful memories. He tipped Otogi’s face up to look at him. “Baby, will you let me do something for you?”

“What?”

“Let me make love to you,” he lightly caressed a delicate cheekbone with his thumb. “Let me show you how good it is when the person you’re with loves you.”

“You mean you still want to be with me? Even after what Chris said?”

Smiling, Tristan nodded.

Otogi wanted to say yes for no other reason than Tristan had been so patient in waiting. They had yet to sleep together, and the brunet had never once pushed him. The tenderness in those hazel eyes told him Tristan would wait even longer if he said no. That alone made the choice for him.

“Yes,” he murmured.

Tristan took his face in his hands. “Are you sure this is what you want, baby?” he whispered huskily. Otogi nodded as soft lips were pressed to his. “Which way to the bedroom?”

“Upstairs, last door on the right,” he wrapped his arms around Tristan’s neck when the muscular brunet swept him up in his arms and carried him upstairs.

Once inside the bedroom, Tristan set Otogi down by the bed and began to slowly unbutton his shirt. He ran his hands around the slender waist, untucking it before he pushed it from his pale shoulders.

Otogi reached for the buttons on Tristan’s shirt. “No,” he took Otogi’s hands in his, kissing his fingers lightly. “This is my gift to you, baby. There will be other times for everything else, but tonight is about me loving you.”

He took a step back from his soon to be lover and removed his own shirt then pulled the slighter man into a gentle embrace. “I love you, baby,” he ran his hands over Otogi’s lightly muscled back. “It feels like I’m holding my dream come true when I have you in my arms,” he whispered. “It sometimes feels like you’ll vanish if I close my eyes.”

“I’m here Tris. I’ll never leave, not as long as you want me to be here.”

“Then you’ll be mine forever,” Tristan pressed his lips to Otogi’s in a soft sensual kiss. He slowly slid the tip of his tongue against his upper lip, asking to enter.

Otogi opened to the brunet without hesitation. He caressed his tongue over Tristan’s, amazed at how gentle the bigger man was. Chris had been demanding, taking what he wanted, brutally at times. Tristan took what he wanted, but gently, giving back equally in return.

While Tristan explored the velvet cavern of his lover, he trailed his hands over the smooth chest and stomach to Otogi’s pants, unfastening them to release the straining erection within. He slipped a hand inside, wringing quiet moans from the raven haired angel in his arms.

Reluctantly he pulled away, scattering kisses over the slender duelist’s body as he knelt in front of him. He slipped off Otogi’s shoes then his socks, and with a smirk discovered the dice master was ticklish on the bottom of his feet. He eased the pants off slim hips, kissing down his thigh as the smooth flesh was revealed.

Emerald locked with hazel as Tristan stood and rid himself of his pants and shoes. “I’m going to ask one more time while I still have the presence of mind to think straight,” he gently cupped Otogi’s face, brushing their lips together. “Is this what you want, baby?”

He could have cried at the tenderness in Tristan’s eyes, never had anyone looked at him that way. “Yes, Tris. Love me.”

After quickly removing Otogi’s boxers and his own, Tristan walked over to the bed and pulled down the sheets. He turned and smiled at his lover. “Otogi,” he held his hand out to the raven haired man.

~I say you smiling at me
I heard you speak my name
You reached out to hold me
And I let go of yesterday
It's still there in the distance
But it's fading from my view
'Cause last night for the first time~

Otogi walked over, taking the proffered hand. He was swept up by strong arms and gently laid in the bed.

Tristan moved over him, supporting himself on hands and knees. “You are so beautiful, baby,” he leaned over touching only their lips together.

Otogi wrapped his arms around Tristan’s waist, pulling the brunet down on him. The sudden skin on skin contact made both men moan.

Tristan scattered tiny kisses over Otogi’s face, murmuring words of love and adoration. He nipped lightly at a perfect earlobe. “I love you,” he whispered.

Otogi shuddered, he wasn’t sure if it was from the warm breath tickling his ear or the loving words.

Tristan worked his way down Otogi’s neck, taking the skin where neck and shoulder meet in his teeth. He lightly bit down and suckled hard. Satisfied he had marked Otogi as his, he ran his tongue over the mark, dulling the pain with pleasure. “Now everyone will know you belong to me. My angel. All mine. Mine to love.” Each phrase was punctuated with a soft kiss to swollen lips.

Otogi felt as if he were in Heaven. Chris would have fucked him and been snoring by now. But Tristan continued to worship every inch of his body as if he were sacred.

He was in no hurry either, much to Otogi’s frustration. Tristan lazily ran his tongue along his collarbone while lightly stroking his sides. Otogi tried not to squirm when Tristan brushed his weak spots just above his hips. The brunet had displayed an evil streak when he discovered the dice master was ticklish on his feet.

Hazel eyes sparkled with laughter. Tristan had felt Otogi’s muscles tense when his fingers brushed over one certain spot. He grazed his nails over said area as he took a dark pebble his mouth. He pressed his teeth firmly against the bit of flesh in a mock threat of pain as he tortured the raven haired man. Otogi squirmed and whimpered but didn’t dare try to pull away.

With a chuckle, Tristan grasped the slender waist and flicked his tongue over the hard bud then paid equal attention to its twin.

“Tease.”

“I’m a tease?” Tristan grinned, running his thumbs in circles over Otogi’s nipples. “I have only just started on you. I plan on pleasuring you in so many ways; you’ll never want me to leave.”

He reached out to lovingly caress Tristan’s face. “You’re wasting you time then, angel. I wanted you with me forever before we even came upstairs.”

Tristan blinked rapidly at the tears he felt pricking at his eyelids. Otogi had called him an angel. It was far from the truth, but it touched the hazel eyed man’s heart deeply. “You are never a waste of my time, baby. If I made love to you every day for the rest of my life, it would always be just as precious to me as this first time.”

Otogi cried out as wet heat engulfed his entire length; tears of joy falling from his eyes. “Gods, angel...don’t....don’t stop...please...so good.”

He deep throated Otogi’s ample length, humming. He used his tongue and teeth against the silken flesh as he moved his head up and down. Tristan twirled his tongue around the tip, delving into the weeping slit. The whines and whimpers coming from the raven haired god beneath him were driving him into a lust filled frenzy. Gods he tasted so good, and he was determined to have more. Now.

Tristan moved in earnest, sucking hard. He drove down on the rigid shaft, hard and swallowed. Otogi tensed and screamed as he released into his lover’s mouth. He greedily sucked at Otogi’s twitching length, determined to have all of that salty-sweet nectar.

Tristan moved back up, kissing his emerald eyed lover softly. “You taste as good as you look,” he murmured, licking his lips.

“No one has ever done that to me before,” Otogi whispered, stroking the sable locks.

Tristan smiled. “Someone has definitely missed out, and you’re mine now,” he brushed aside damp bangs and kissed the sweaty brow. “Do you have any lubrication?”

“No, but there are several bottles of massage oil in the master bath.”

When Tristan left the bed, Otogi suddenly felt abandoned. He knew the brunet hadn’t left, but years of uncaring treatment by a so called lover could not be completely erased in a few hours. He curled around himself as the sorrow threatened to overwhelm him.

Tristan raised an eyebrow when he looked into the bathroom cabinet. Otogi apparently had a gift for understatement; he was expecting to find maybe ten bottles or so, not thirty, and all different scents. He was partial to the citrus blend himself, but selected a bottle of Otogi’s favorite, blueberry.

He heard a heart wrenching sob when he reentered the bedroom, and looked up to see his lover shivering. “Baby, shhh, I’m here,” he pulled the raven haired man into his arms. “I didn’t leave you. I never will.”

“I’m sorry,” Otogi choked out, clinging to Tristan.

“No, if I had had my act together, I’d have gotten this before we started. You’ve been hurt, more than anyone should ever be, and by someone you loved. I understand,” he kissed the salty trails from Otogi’s cheeks. “I’m going to make damn sure you’re never hurt like that again.”

Shifting around, Tristan had Otogi straddle his legs while the brunet sat on the edge of the bed. He gently pushed his lover down to sit on his widespread thighs before snapping open the oil. He poured some into Otogi’s palm and coated both hands liberally. Tristan smirked at the questioning look from his lover at the remainder left in his hand.

Tristan leaned in to suckle at a perk nipple as he reached over Otogi’s hip to circle a slick finger over his entrance; his other hand tenderly massaging his opposite hip.

Otogi had the presence of mind to coat his hands with the remainder of the oil and began to massage Tristan’s broad shoulders and back. He squirmed and wriggled at the sensations coursing through his body and gasped as Tristan pushed past the tight barrier.

Feather light kisses rained down on his face and neck, distracting him from the slight discomfort. He could drown in Tristan’s kisses, the brunet didn’t simply kiss with his mouth, he made love.

Tristan waited patiently, working the single digit in and out of his lover’s body. He would have waited longer had Otogi not whispered the one word he was waiting to hear. “More.”

Tristan slid in a second finger and held still several seconds before carefully scissoring the digits to gently stretch his love. He worked slowly and gently until Otogi was moving against his hand. He fisted his hand in raven locks, pulling the other in for a deep kiss.

Otogi kissed back, hungrily. He broke away, moaning loudly as white starbursts filled his vision. Tristan grinned at him. “My baby like that?”

“Y-yes.”

“I have to keep my baby happy,” he brushed that spot again.

“Tris, please.” A strong arm wrapped around Otogi as he swayed weakly against the brunet.

“Hang on baby. Not much longer,” he inserted the last finger, sliding them in and out while spreading them. Otogi whimpered when Tristan’s fingers left him; the old feelings of abandonment began to creep back in. Gentle hands cupped his face; hazel locked with emerald. “Otogi, baby. Stay with me.”

Tristan shifted and lay back on the bed. He gently lifted Otogi to guide him back onto his arousal.

Otogi gasped as he felt himself being filled. His fingers gripped Tristan’s forearms so hard the knuckles were white. As soon as he felt Tristan become fully seated, Otogi started to lift up.

Tristan grasped his hips firmly but gently. “Wait, baby. Give yourself time to adjust to me. You’re so tight, it has to hurt.”

Otogi felt the tremors run through Tristan’s body; he heard the strain in his voice. It had to be killing the brunet to hold back, and the fact that he was made Otogi love him all the more.

“I’m okay angel,” Otogi began to slowly rock against his lover. “I’m not fragile.”

“You are to me,” Tristan sighed as his lover began to move. “You feel so good, baby,” he ran his fingers up and down the smooth skin of Otogi’s inner thighs.

Otogi ran his hands over Tristan’s chest, making the brunet moan as he lightly brushed his nipples. He increased his pace every so slightly.

Hazel eyes slid shut with a groan; as Tristan thrust up into the tight heat surrounding him, stabbing Otogi’s prostate forcefully at that angle. Otogi’s passionate cry snapped what little remaining control the brunet had.

Tristan wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him close and flipped them over. He attacked his slender neck, leaving tiny marks in his wake as he began to pound into his compliant body. He reached between them, grasping Otogi’s dripping length, stroking him in time to his thrusts. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded huskily.

Otogi tensed, his back arching up as he came with a scream, splattering his release against Tristan’s six-pack abs. The increased tightness around him sent the brunet plunging over the edge. He threw his head back and groaned as he released.

On shaky arms, he withdrew to lie down beside his raven haired lover. Tristan closed his eyes, waiting for his breath to return to normal; he felt Otogi shift and turned, pulling the smaller man against his chest. He soon felt hot drops hitting his skin.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked, gently lifting Otogi’s chin.

Otogi pulled away, burying his face in Tristan’s chest. “I never knew,” he mumbled.

Tristan smiled, understanding. He shifted so Otogi had no choice but to look at him. “It’s always good when the one you’re with loves you,” he kissed the raven haired man softly. “And I love you, more than my next breath.”

~The mountain moved
And I could see
A vision of forever standing right in front of me
The earth stood still
And the light broke through
Some miracles only love can do
The mountain moved~

Otogi stared into Tristan’s warm hazel eyes, “I love you too, angel.”

END

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I changed the song to better fit my story. For those who are interested, here it is in its entirety.

THE MOUNTAIN MOVED

Her memory was a mountain
As tall as it was wide
It cast a cold dark shadow
Across this heart of mine
I tried to rise above it
Might have rolled a stone or two

The mountain moved
And I could see
A vision of forever standing right in front of me
The earth stood still
And the light broke through
Some miracles only love can do
The mountain moved

I say you smiling at me
I heard you speak my name
You reached out to hold me
And I let go of yesterday
It's still there in the distance
But it's fading from my view
'Cause last night for the first time

The mountain moved
And I could see
A vision of forever standing right in front of me
The earth stood still
And the light broke through
Some miracles only love can do
The mountain moved