How Do I Live Without You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, nor the song How Do I Live.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It contains drinking and swearing and an explicit sexne. ne. 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~
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

Dedicated to the one who holds my heart.

HOW DO I LIVE WITHOUT YOU
By
Terra

Seto sat in his car, staring at the elegant three story house across the street. His entire world was in that house. His reason for living, not just merely going through the motions resided within. There was nowhere else he wanted to be than inside that cozy little house. But he was terrified to knock on the door.

Everyday for the past week he had done this. Sit in his personal car across the street, trying to find the courage to go up to the door. He hesitated about having to face his greatest fear.

Tristan Taylor, the man he loved, hated him.

~How do I
Get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be?~

The athletic brunet had every right to hate him. Seto had screwed up, royally. He had the greatest gift in all the world and he had treated it as if it were no more important then the trash laying the street gutters. And why? For a god damned deal.

Seto felt an uncomfortable cramping in his hands. He looked down and noticed he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. He loosened his fingers, frowning at the stiffness in the joints. He glanced at the dashboard clock. No wonder his hands hurt. He had been sitting there for over twenty minutes.

He folded his hands in his lap, leaning his head back on the seat. He tried to look away from the cozy home, but his eyes were drawn back to it, as a moth to a flame.

His hand moved to the door handle, as if it had a of of its own. His fears had cost him the one thing that made life worthwhile, and his fears stopped him from even trying to get it back. There was a soft click, and a gentle puff of crisp autumn air brushed his face. Was not knowing and hoping better than being certain?

He remembered the first time he had stood in front of that door. He had been shaking from head to toe. He, the great Seto Kaiba, the man who could face down the wealthiest, most powerful men in the world with confidence had been nervous about meeting the parents of his boyfriend. As soon he had walked into that house, he had been made to feel welcome, loved even. He smiled at the memory.

‘There is a chance, however small,’ he glanced at the house, longingly. ‘I’ll never know just sitting here.’

~Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
Your my world my heart my soul
If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything good in my Life.~

“It can’t get any worse,” he muttered, getting out of the car.

Seto crossed the street at a near run and stopped just short of the door, his hand poised to knock. ‘He’ll never see me. He may. He hates me. He may not. Knock and find out.’

He rapped sharply on the door.

Naomi Taylor opened the door and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the young CEO of Kaiba Corp standing there. Over the last year, he had become a frequent visitor. She had been so worried the first time he had come to dinner, considering his lifestyle, but after his second plate, she realized the young man had never had a home cooked meal in his life. She had immediately taken him into her heart.

“Come in Seto,” she smiled warmly. “How have you been?”

Seto bowed. “I’ve been well. Thank you. May I please speak to Tristan?”

Mrs. Taylor sighed. “Seto, I don’t know what happened between the two of you; he hasn’t wanted to talk about it. I’m not sure how your reception will be, but I’ll ask.”

Seto bowed again. “Thank you. I just need to speak with him, if he’ll let me.”

“Have a seat, and I’ll go tell him you’re here.”

On her way up, Naomi stopped off at her bedroom to let her husband know Seto was there. She had a feeling this wasn’t going to be pretty and if by chance it did come to blows, her husband was the only one with the strength to pull those two off each other.

She knocked on her son’s door and waited patiently for him to open it.

Heart art broke when she saw Tristan’s haggard appearance and swollen, bloodshot eyes. “Dear, Seto is downstairs. He wants to speak with you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” Tristan spat angrily.

“Tristan, please. He’s in pain too.”

Tristan glowered at the the floor, as if his gaze could burn through the floorboards to the brunet below. “I doubt that.”

“I don’t,” Naomi gently lifted her son’s face. “His eyes are the same as yours.”

“Mom...”

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, but I do know it was bad. When you’re ready, you’ll tell us, but son, you should at least here the man out.”

Tristan sighed, dejectedly. “Okay. I’ll see him.”

~Without you
There'd be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There would be no world left for me~

With a smile, Naomi took her son’s hand and led him downstairs.

Seto stood next to the mantel, staring at a picture of Tristan. The brunet was kneeling between the goal posts of a football field wearing his school jersey and holding a football. It took all of the young billionaire’s effort not to reach out and stroke the face in the photo. Tristan’s father sat on the edge of the sofa, regarding the young man thougtfully. They both looked up when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Samuel, let’s go into the other room and let these two talk.”

Mr. Taylor rose and followed his wife into the kitchen. He stopped and turned back to the two young men. He gave them a small smile before closing the door behind him.

The silence between them was deafening. Seto stared at Tristan. The shorter brunet glared at the floor. “What do you want?” he asked never looking up.

“I wanted to talk to you. It’s been two weeks, Tristan.” The shorter said nothing. “I want to explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain,” he snapped. “You made your point loud and clear, Kaiba.”

Seto flinched. He had never heard his name spoken with such venom before, and he never thought he would hear it come from Tristan that way. “I-I...please let me explain.”

“So talk.”

Tristan looked up. Seto had to stop himself from stepping back. The pain and sorrow in those hazel eyes were devastating. He knew he had hurt Tristan, but he never imagined this kind of pain.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“Sorry? SORRY!! YOU’RE FUCKING SORRY!!” Something snapped inside Tristan, like a dam bursting, letting out all his anguish over his former love’s actions. “You begged me to go to that damn dinner! I said no twice! “Come with me.” You said! “Let me make the entire business world jealous.” You said! Then you fucking tell that guy I’m just somebody you hardly know!! Just some guy you go to school with!!”

Tristan didn’t care who heard, his parents, the neighbors, no one. His pain had taken on a life of its own. “We have been dating for six months! Six months! We had plans for that night! Or was that just another lie? Another lie told by the great Seto Kaiba to get what he wanted? Did you mean it when you said you wanted to make love to me? Or were you just after something bigger? Something better?”

Every word tore through Seto’s soul like a knife. “I wanted to make love to you. I still do. Tristan, I love you...”

“YOU GOT A GOD DAMNED SHITTY ASS WAY OF SHOWING IT!!!”

“I tried to talk to you! You kept hanging up! You avoided me whenever you saw me! I want to explain! I’m sorry!”

Tears of pain and anger ran unheeded done Tristan’s face. “You are sorry! And I still don’t want to talk to you! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! AND MY LIFE!!” With that the heartbroken young man fled up the stairs, leaving an equally heartbroken young man behind.

The Taylors rushed back into the living room in time to see their son race upstairs. Seto turned to them, blinking fiercely at the tears threatening to fall. “I am sorry for disturbing your family,” he bowed and left.

~And I
Baby I don't know what I would do
I'd be lost if I lost you
If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything real in my life~

Naomi closed the front door softly. She had seen that defeated heartbroken look many years ago and knew what had to be done. She turned and gave her husband a look only twenty-five plus years of marriage can produce.

‘Go talk to our son.’

Samuel looked back, eyebrows raisedes wes wide. ‘Me?? Why??’

Naomi narrowed her lips. ‘You are his father. Go.’

Samuel pulled his head back, eyes going wider. ‘Like I would know what to say.’

Her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed. ‘Get your ass up there and talk to our son, if you know what’s good for you.’

Samuel jumped. ‘Fine.’

When he was out of sight, Naomi walked over to the stairs and leaned against the banister, waiting. Samuel’s head and shoulders appeared at the top. She jabbed her finger upwards, glowering. ‘GO MISTER!’

Samuel shivered and slowly pulled his head back. ‘Gods, you get scary.’

With a smug smirk, she went into the kitchen and took the keys to her son’s bike off the hook then she settled herself in a chair by the door. “If he’s not down in twenty minutes, I’m filing for divorce,” she said, thumbing through a magazine.

Samuel shook his head as he walked down the hall. “How the hell does that woman do that?” he muttered.

He stopped outside Tristan’s room and was a bit taken aback by the sniffing sounds coming from inside. He suddenly knew exactly what to do. “Tristan, son. May I come in?”

“Yeah,” came the muffled reply.

The father opened the door to find his son sitting on the bed, staring out the window, arms crossed over his chest. He sat down next to him. “Son, I’m not going to say I’m not disappointed about never having blood grandchildren, because I am. But I am NEVER going to be disappointed in you,” he looked up into bloodshot hazel eyes, so much like his wife’s, and smiled. “I am proud of you. Always have been, and I always will be.”

Tristan wiped at his eyes. “Dad... I...”

“No son, please hear me out. I want to tell you something that may have some bearing on what you’re going through,” Tristan nodded and sat back to listen. “There was this guy I knew, about twenty-five years ago. He was in love with this wonderful girl. Had everything going for him, and he went and fucked it up.”

Tristan did a double take at his father’s language. Sure he had heard his father swear many times, but never in the house, and never that word.

“I’m not that old son,” he smirked. “Now, this guy had never done anything more than kiss this girl’s cheek or hold her hand. But he was telling all his buddies he had slept with her, repeatedly.”

“Gods dad. What a jerk.”

Samuel nodded. “He was. But he was scared of looking like a fool to his friends. They all were talking about scoring all the time. And here he was, dating this girl for four months and nothing.”

Tristan had a thoughtful look on his face, but said nothing.

“The truth was, son. This guy was shy. He had the most perfect girl, and he was shy around her. Peer pressure and the fear of reprisal can make a person do some stupid stuff,” Samuel waited a moment before continuing. “Anyway, this girl heard about it, and she practically handed him his ass on a silver platter. Wouldn’t talk to him or see him for two months, no matter what he did. Hung up on him. Tore up his letters. Walked the other way. Sound familiar?”

“Yeah,” Tristan nodded. “So, they what, broke up?”

“No,” Samuel looked his son right in the eye. “He crawled. He humbled himself and begged her to forgive him, even though he didn’t deserve it.”

“But why? I mean yeah he liked her but...isn’t that a little extreme?”

“Son, this man loved this girl, more than even he had realized. He found out just how much he had to lose in those two months, nothing was worth losing that girl’s love. So, he did the only thing he could think of.”

“Did it work?”

“Well, she took him back, and he straightened his ass up, but he never asked her if she had forgiven him. He was too afraid her answer may be no,” Samuel placed an arm over his son’s shoulders into a one armed hug. “Son, you have to give Seto a chance. He hurt you, I know. But you have to at least hear him out.”

Tristan sighed. “Dad... I don’t know if he’ll want to, now. Not after... downstairs.”

“He will. He’s hurting too. Maybe even more. Because he hurt the one he loves, and that person wants nothing to do with him now. But I do know this for certain, I have never seen you happier than in these last few months. Tristan, he swallowed his pride to come here and face you because he knows what he stands to lose. Are you going to let your pride stand in the way of what the two of you might have together?”

“Dad...I don’t know if I can trust him anymore,” Tristan said softly.

Samuel lifted his son’s chin. “Don’t you think you should go find that out for certain?”

Tristan threw himself at his father in the kind of hug he hadn’t given the man in years. “Thanks, Dad.”

“It’s my job, Son. Now, go. Talk to the man you love. Get this fixed or your mother will divorce me. She’s probably sitting downstairs timing me right now.”

With a grin, Tristan grabbed his jacket and ran down the stairs. Just as he was going to turn into the kitchen to grab his keys, his mom jingled them from the living room.

“Looking for these?” she grinned, tossing them across the room.

Tristan caught the keys, “Thanks mom.”

Before he could dash out the door, his mother grabbed his arm. “Tristan, there’s more to your father’s story he didn’t tell you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “How did...?”

Naomi grinned. “She forgave that jerk,” she stretched up to kiss Tristan’s cheek. “And I have the most wonderful son in the world because I did.”

Everything suddenly hit home.

“Mom...”

“Go. I know, now go. I won’t plan on your for dinner, but I’ll fix enough extra for two more, just in case.”

“Love you, mom,” Tristan gave his mother a quick kiss and ran out the door.

~And tell me now
How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you~

Naomi shut the door and turned to see her husband smiling at her.

“You think he’ll be okay?” he asked.

“If he is half as smart as his father, he will be.”

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Samuel walked over and put his arms around his wife’s waist.

“It took you two months, it only took them two weeks,” she slipped her arms around him as well.

“Now, not all that was my fault.” Naomi smirked. “But since we have the house to ourselves,” Samuel continued. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll apologize for being a jerk again.”

Naomi squealed when he swept her off her feet. “Brute,” she teased.

“Umm, something else to apologize for.”

Her laughter rang throughout the house as he carried her upstairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seto was holed up in his den. His jacket lay in the floor, with his tie next to it; his shirt was half way unbuttoned and completely untucked. He sat on the leather sofa, feet on the table, staring at the wall with a glass of scotch in his hand, the bottle sitting on the floor within easy reach. He was planning on getting shit-faced drunk.

~If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I
How do I
Oh how do I live?~

The servants had been told to be gone by ten that evening. Mokuba was sleeping over at his best friend’s house. And anyone else who wanted his attention could damn well take a hike. He had no intentions of doing anything but wallowing in his misery tonight.

Seto let his thoughts roam back to his first date with the hazel eyed brunet. It had taken the CEO a week to find the courage ask Tristan out; it had taken Tristan less than five seconds to answer. Those few seconds had felt like an eternity, but their five hour date had felt like only a few moments.

~If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything~

They had gone to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Domino City. Tristan had been wearing dark brown jeans that fit his well muscled legs like a second skin, and a maroon shirt opened at the top. Seto smiled at the memory of Tristan’s face when he had reached over and undone two more buttons before they were even in the limo.

He drained the glass, grimacing as the liquor hit his stomach then refilled it. He swirled the glass watching the light dance in the small ripples.

Tristan had been so concerned about embarrassing him; he hardly ate. Seto had excused himself and paid the manager to not let anyone else into their area and to prepare another round on dishes. Slowly, Tristan began to relax and be himself, letting out all the little things Seto had come to love about him, his smile, his laugh, the sparkle in those beautiful hazel eyes.

Seto drained half the glass this time then laid his head back on the sofa. Little fucking chance of ever seeing that sparkle again.

After dinner they had walked through the park. There had been a small local symphony playing, filling the night with classical music. The moon was full and its light shone on Tristan’s face, giving the brunet an ethereal look. They had stopped by the lake and Seto could restrain himself no longer. He had taken that handsome face in his hands and kissed Tristan deeply. Their first kiss.

~Need you with me
Baby cuz you know your everything good in my life~

He smiled briefly at the memory then frowned. He would never again feel those soft lips on his again. He drained the glass and refilled it.

Seto was so lost in his misery and memories; he didn’t hear the doorbell sound or the scratching at the lock to his den. He did however; hear the beautiful voice softly call his name.

“Seto?”

He jumped up, sloshing the liquid in his glass. He didn’t care. Fuck the eight thousand dollar rug, he’d buy another. His heart’s desire stood in front of him; nothing else mattered.

“Tristan.”

Neither said anything for several minutes. Tristan began to think he had made a horrendous mistake in coming there until he saw the single tear slid down Seto’s cheek.

~And tell me now
How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you~

“Can we talk?” he asked, shuffling his feet nervously.

“What made you change you mind?” Seto was completely unaware of the moisture on his face.

Tristan set his helmet in a chair then picked up Seto’s jacket and tie, folding them carefully and draping them over the back. “My folks. They said I should hear you out, before deciding what to do.”

“I’ll have to thank them,” Seto motioned to the sofa. “Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?”

“No,” Tristan took the glass from Seto’s hand. “And I don’t think you need any more either.”

With a sigh, Seto replaced the bottle in the mini-bar and took a seat on the sofa. Earlier today he knew what he had wanted to tell the handsome brunet beside him, but now, he was at a loss for words.

Tristan knew Seto was nervous; the proud CEO was slumping foreword and his index fingers tapped together. To anyone else these actions would go unnoticed, but after six months, they spoke volumes to the hazel eyed young man.

“You wanted to explain, earlier. I-I’m ready to listen, now, if you still want to.”

“Tristan, I am sorry...” Tristan suddenly found himself pinned by a pair of heartbroken azure eyes. “I should have never said that we were nothing more than acquaintances. We are so much more than that.”

“Why did you?”

Seto stood and walked to the window. He stared up watching the sky slowly darken. “I was afraid,” he finally admitted.

Tristan joined him. “Afraid of what? I can’t picture you being afraid of anything.”

Seto chuckled humorlessly. “I am afraid of a great many things, Tristan. I admit to very few.”

“But what are you afraid of about us?” Tristan’s hand hovered over Seto’s shoulder. He wanted to give some comfort to the tall brunet as he spoke. Tristan knew how hard this had to be for the proud man, but for some reason, he held back.

“I have endured a great deal to ensure Mokuba will never have to experience any hardships for the rest of his life. I do not wish to jeopardize that,” Seto turned to face Tristan. “I wanted to acquire a certain contract at that dinner, the business man happened to be homophobic. I knew there would be no contract if he suspected I was gay.”

“Did you get the contract?”

“Yes,” Seto saw the shudder that ran through the athletic body before him. “And I tore it up three minutes after you left the building,” he turned back to the window.

Tristan was stunned. “Y-you tore it up?” Seto nodded. “Why?”

“There was something I wanted more,” he said softly. “You.”

Tristan’s heart skipped a beat. “But what about...?”

“I got another offer. A better one, from Brinfield Designs.”

“That’s owned by Carlos Brinfield. He’s...”

“Gay. He saw how I reacted when you left and decided the young make ‘erroneous decisions’, as he put it.” Seto turned back to Tristan. His face was tear streaked; his eyes puffy. “I am sorry for my words and my actions,” he whispered.

Tristan knew. In that exact moment, he knew what his decision would be. “I love you Seto. It-it’s just, that hurt. More than anything I have ever felt, hearing you say that physically hurt.”

“I know it did, and I do promise you I’ll never deny you again.”

~If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I~

Tristan buried his face in the taller man’s chest, holding him tightly. “I thought you didn’t care.”

“Never. I love you. More than I can ever tell you in a lifetime,” Seto gently stroked the soft chestnut hair he thought he would never feel again. “I’m sorry I ruined our night together.”

Tristan pulled back. “We still can, you know,” he wiped the wetness from Seto’s face. “If you want.” Seto stared blankly at him. “You know, you’re rather sexy when at a loss for words,” Tristan grinned.

“I-I just didn’t think you’d want to. Not after all this.”

“Blue eyes, I love you. That’s why it hurt so much. But I know this is hard for you, opening up and trusting people with your childhood and all. It’s just something else we need to work on,” Tristan lightly brushed his lips to his love’s. “I can be patient, as long as I know you love me too.”

“I do. I will, always,” Seto murmured against his lips. “Shall we go upstairs, so I can get on with the apologizing?”

“No. No more apologizing,” Tristan kissed him again. “But we both can get on with the loving.”

Seto groaned softly. “Follow me.”

Tristan had seen Seto’s bedroom many times, but it had never looked like this. There were candles and roses everywhere, soft jazzy music filled the room, and what little light there was made the silver bed sheets sparkle.

“I planned to bring you here that night,” Seto’s breath on his ear sent shiver’s down Tristan’s spine. “I told the maids to keep it this way.”

“Why here?”

~How do I
Oh how do I live~

“Tristan, you have no idea what your life will be like once the media learns of our relationship. Your privacy will be violated in ways you cannot begin to understand. I want to prevent that for as long as possible. Here we won’t be bothered by nosy fortune seekers,” Seto slipper his arms around the shorter brunet’s waist and lightly nipped at his neck. “I would much rather make love to you by the lake in the park, but I doubt your parents or my brother would want to bail us out of jail for indecent exposure and lewd public behavior.”

“I don’t know,” Tristan leaned his head to the side, giving his lover better access. “I think it might make my folks kinda proud.”

Seto chuckled softly as he slipped his fingertips under Tristan’s waistband, untucking his shirt.

“You are so good at this,” he murmured huskily.

“I’ve only just begun,” Seto whispered, licking at a sensitive earlobe. He lightly caresses the athlete’s stomach, tracing the ridge of each muscle with his fingertips. “You have a body the Greek gods would envy,” he breathed.

Tristan ran his hands through the soft cinnamon locks of his lover and clasped his hands behind Seto’s neck, moaning softly from the tender touches. “How do you do this to me? I’m usually the one turning people to mush.”

“Talent, my love,” he gently pinched Tristan’s nipples. “Talent.”

“Gods,” Tristan groaned, arching up in to the touch.

“This is how I intend to make you feel all night.”

Seto slipped from Tristan’s hold and moved to stand in front of the hazel eyed brunet. Keeping his gaze locked on those beautiful eyes, Seto slowly lifted the hem of Tristan’s t-shirt, brushing the smooth skin with his fingers as he did.

Tristan raised his arms, aiding in the removal of his shirt. Once the cloth was tossed into some forgotten corner, he shook the hair from his eyes.

Seto ran his fingers through the chestnut colored lengths. “You left your hair down.”

“I didn’t feel like taking the time to put it up,” he caught Seto’s hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “You like it better up?”

Seto shook his head. “No. I like it this way. It gives me a reason to do this,” he brushed the long hair behind Tristan’s ears, stroking the side of his face.

“You never need an excuse to touch me, Seto. Loving me is reason enough.”

“Do you have any idea how hearing you say things like that affect me?”

“Oh, I think I have more than an idea,” he pressed his palm to the growing bulge in Seto’s pants, making the taller man groan. “Hearing you do that affects me the same way. See?” he pressed his growing arousal against Seto’s hip. “Just the same as you, hard, hot, and wanting.”

Seto hands fumbled with Tristan’s belt, trying to rid the brunet of his pants.

“No,” Tristan grasped his hands, placing them on his waist. “First things first. You’re overdressed.”

He leaned in and began to suckle the base of Seto neck while opening the buttons of the taller’s shirt. With that completed, he kissed him way down the toned chest to take a perk nipple into his mouth.

Seto gasped at the wet heat on his body. He gripped Tristan’s waist as his head began to spin with the pleasure his lover was giving him. He didn’t know when his shirt was pushed off his arms, but he did know when a warm wet tongue dipped into his navel. He could hold back the whimper that escaped him.

“I have GOT to hear that again,” Tristan smirked, repeating the actions. “Gods, can you be any sexier?”

“T-try me,” Seto groaned out, clumsily caressing Tristan’s face.

“I will,” he stood, pulling the sapphire eyed brunet into a searing kiss. “Believe me, I will.”

Seto stepped back, placing his hands on either side of Tristan’s slim waist. He began to walk backwards towards his bed, pulling his lover with him. When the back of his legs brushed the end of the bed, Seto sat down and began to undo the buckle of Tristan’s belt. This time he succeeded. He slid the leather down Tristan’s well muscled legs, letting the shorter brace himself against his shoulders to keep from falling as he stepped out of them.

Smirking, Seto slid off the bed and knelt in the floor, immediately taking Tristan’s plump length completely into his mouth.

He hissed in pleasure as he was surrounded by fiery heat. “Fuck, Seto!”

“Mh’hmmm,” he took him deeper, swallowing.

“I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

“Hmmm?”

“Damn,” he groaned, clutching the slender shoulders hard enough to bruise. “Don’t stop...gods, please... don’t ever stop.”

Seto pulled back to swirl his tongue around the weeping tip. “Delicious,” he licked his lips. “Think I’ll have some more.”

He grinned broadly at the groan this earned him from the pleasure hazed brunet. He kissed his way down the quivering shaft, and licked his way back up to engulf him once again.

Seto worked the shorter brunet relentlessly, sucking hard, and growling deep in his throat. It wasn’t long before Tristan’s body began to tremble with his impending release. He pulled back to rapidly flick the tip of his tongue across the sensitive slit.

With a loud cry, Tristan came hard into Seto’s waiting mouth. The brunet milked him of every drop before releasing his fading erection with a soft pop.

“Do you always come so hard?” he asked, pulling Tristan against his chest.

“Pretty much,” he replied weakly. “I usually pass out.”

“Something to work towards,” Seto grinned. “Let’s get you on the bed and find out.”

“Nu’uh. I get to get you out of these,” he tugged slightly on the waistband of Seto’s dress pants. “You’re not the only one who’s going to get to have fun tonight.”

Seto thought briefly about protesting. He was used to being in control, and so was Tristan. This moment had the potential to destroy their relationship if he held onto his stubborn pride. “Tristan, I’ll submit only to you. We are equals in this, each giving and receiving.”

A smile slowly spread across Tristan’s face. “Thank you blue eyes. I know how hard it is for you to not be in control,” he softly kissed his lover as he deftly opened Seto’s pants and slipped his hand inside.

Tristan slowly stroked the rigid length with a firm yet gentle hand. The quiet keening sounds coming from the taller brunet was driving him insane with need. His strokes became harder, wringing louder moans from the slender throat he was kissing.

Suddenly, Seto swayed against the shorter brunet, clutching at broad shoulders. Tristan instinctively tightened his arms, holding his lover firmly against his chest. “You okay?” he asked worriedly.

“Mh’hm,” Seto swallowed, breathing deeply. “You doing that made my legs go weak.”

Tristan grinned. “Sit down on the end of the bed and I’ll continue.”

He knelt between Seto’s legs, keeping his eyes locked on the glazed sapphire ones of his lover. Tristan eased Seto back, until the taller was reclining on his forearms. With slow deliberate motions, the hazel eyed brunet laved his tongue over the head of Seto’s quivering member, holding the other’s gaze intensely. This was a test of wills he knew the powerful CEO would greatly enjoy, who would give into the pleasure first and close his eyes.

Seto was panting, moaning continuously from the actions of his lover’s talented tongue. The sight of his length slipping past Tristan’s full lips was arousing as hell; he ached, he was so hard. All he wanted to do was fall back on the bed and give in to the pleasure assaulting his body, but he was as determined as Tristan.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Tristan’s hazel eyes, Seto was close. He tried a little trick he had learned from Joey in hopes of sending the taller brunet over the edge.

It worked.

Then wave of pleasure that hit Seto was so intense, all he could do was fall back and scream as he released. He slowly became aware of a warm body pressed against him and strong arms holding him as he came down from his climax.

“I guess I won that round,” Tristan murmured, pressing a kiss to Seto’s forehead. “Thought you’d passed out on me.”

“I think I may have,” Seto snuggled closer to the warmth of Tristan’s body.

The hazel eyed brunet closed his eyes and sighed, content to hold the man he loved. “Who would have thought,” he chuckled. “Seto Kaiba, big bad CEO likes to cuddle... and is a screamer.”

“Bite my ass,” Seto grinned.

“I will shortly.”

“What’s wrong with now?”

Tristan pulled back and looked down into beautiful blue eyes. “You feel up to it?”

“Up to it in more ways than one,” Seto smirked.

“Anyone ever tell you, you’re an ass?”

“Mh’hm. You. Repeatedly,” Seto brushed his lips over Tristan’s collarbone. “Now shut up and let me make love to you.”

Tristan thought about making a wise ass remark, but decided against it when he saw the emotion shining in Seto’s sapphire eyes. He lay back and held his arms out to the brunet. “Then come, love me blue eyes.”

Seto settled himself between the arms of his lover, lying on Tristan’s broad chest. He kissed him once, softly on the lips before moving along his jaw to his ear. “I love you, angel.”

“I’m not an angel, Seto,” Tristan murmured. “Far from it.”

“You’re my angel,” he licked at the outer shell of Tristan’s ear. “My dark haired angel.”

Tristan groaned, either from Seto’s words or actions, he didn’t know. He didn’t care. All he cared about was being here with the one he loved after thinking he had lost him.

The young billionaire kissed his way down the corded neck, to nip at the base. Tristan gasped and arched up. Seto leaned up, gazing into passion glazed eyes. “Now everyone will know you belong to me.”

“One day very soon, I’ll return the favor.”

“I hope you do,” he licked at the small crimson stain. “I want to belong to you, forever.”

“Then you will, blue eyes. Forever and a day.”

Seto felt a powerful wave of emotion crash over him. He flicked his tongue over a pebble hard nipple. “My Tristan,” he murmured.

Tristan’s hands fisted into the sheets. “Yours!” he cried out, arching into the pleasuring sensation.

Seto laid his head on Tristan’s chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of his lover as he fought for control. Hearing that word, spoken that way, nearly pushed him over the edge.

Tristan ran his fingers through Seto’s hair. “Baby, you okay?”

He looked up. “Tristan, I...”

“I know baby,” he smiled, seeing the look in Seto’s eyes. “I love you.”

“Don’t do that,” Seto groaned. “I want this to be good for you.”

“It will be blue eyes. It’s always good with you.”

Seto’s hand was shaking as he picked up the bottle of lube. Tristan took the bottle from Seto and poured some into his lover’s hand. He gently caressed Seto’s face then lay back.

Seto lay beside Tristan, his head on the brunet’s hip. He pressed light kisses to his thigh as he circled Tristan’s entrance. He slowly pushed past the tight barrier, until his finger was buried to the knuckle, listening closely for any signs of discomfort from his lover.

Tristan relaxed his body, concentrating on the feel of Seto’s kisses and lightly stroking fingers. “I’m fine love, more,” he murmured.

A second digit joined the first. Seto carefully scissored his fingers, stretching his lover as he moved them in and out. With a smirk he bent his fingers slightly, hitting Tristan’s prostate.

“GODS!!” The brunet arched off the bed.

Seto brushed that spot again, very pleased with the reaction.

“Seto! STOP!”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to come yet,” he panted. “I want to feel you.”

“You will,” he murmured. “I promise.” Seto pushed the last finger inside.

Tristan hissed at the not entirely pleasant sensation.

“Are you okay, love?”

“Yeah,” Tristan groaned out from between clenched teeth. “I’m fine.”

“Let me know when you’re ready,” Seto continued to prepare his lover as gently as possible; distracting him with kisses and touches.

Soon the hazel eyed brunet was moaning and bucking up to meet Seto’s thrusting fingers. He smirked; Tristan never failed to get his point across. Seto removed his hand, earning him a whimper of protest from his lover.

“Easy baby. I’ll never leave you in need.”

Seto positioned himself between Tristan muscular legs. With a snap of his hips, he embedded himself inside his lover. He waited for Tristan’s body to adjust to his size, breathing deeply to control his desire to slam repeatedly into the tightness and heat.

Tristan rocked his hips. “Baby,” he murmured.

Seto began to move in and out slowly, but hard and deep. Tristan thrust up, meeting him. His hands fisted in the bed sheets, his head pressing into the pillows.

“Gods, baby,” a whimper escaped him. “So good.”

Seto bit his lip; he was determined not to give into his body’s demands. He wanted this night to be one Tristan would remember forever. He leaned foreword taking Tristan’s lips in a searing kiss. He shamelessly plundered the shorter brunet’s mouth, determined to strip away every secret he had.

This was what he had wanted for so long. A lover who was his equal. Tristan was powerful, determined, and intelligent; Seto’s equal. But he was also what the sapphire eyed teen was not, open, trusting. Seto didn’t feel threatened by him, and could comfortably submit. He even looked foreword to it.

He was becoming lost in the man beneath him. His scent, touch, taste, everything screamed Tristan to his hypersensitive senses. He had to have more.

“Please... never stop.”

Seto increased his pace, and wrapped a hand around Tristan’s throbbing arousal, pumping him in time with his thrusts. “I will never stop loving you angel. You’re mine.”

“Yesss, yours,” Tristan sobbed. “Please, Seto, so close.”

“Let it go, lover,” Seto kissed him softly. “Take me with you.”

Tristan tensed briefly then arched up screaming Seto’s name as he released, covering their joined bodies. Inner muscles clamped onto Seto possessively. Groaning, he gave one last violent thrust and followed his lover over the edge.

Seto carefully pulled out and lay next to Tristan. “Baby?” he lovingly pushed the damp chestnut hair aside, kissing Tristan’s face.

Tristan was out cold. Seto gathered him close to his chest, whispering endearments. Several minutes later, he began to stir.

“Welcome back, lover.”

Trembling, Tristan buried his face in Seto’s chest. Seto drew the comforter up over them, and held his lover tightly. He felt something wet drip onto him chest. ‘Gods! I hurt him!’ “Tristan, are you hurt?”

The sobbing brunet shook his head, but said nothing.

Seto lifted Tristan’s face. “Please tell me what I did wrong?”

“N-nothing. I-I never h-had anyone be like that w-with me.”

“I love you angel,” Seto smiled. “It will always be like that between us.”

“I’m s-sorry I didn’t give you a chance earlier.”

“You had your reasons.”

Tristan leaned up. “I didn’t know how much I loved you until I thought I’d lost you.”

“It is the past,” Seto kissed him tenderly. “We’ll let it go and move on from here,” he rolled onto his side and opened the bedside table drawer, removing a small box. He opened it and removed a plain ring with a blue stone and slipped it on Tristan’s finger. “I very much want to move on.”

Tristan was stunned. “D-does this m-mean?”

“It can mean whatever you’d like it to mean,” Seto couldn’t resist kissing Tristan again. “I love you.”

A grin spread across Tristan’s face. “I love you too, blue eyes. I guess we have our own story to tell our kids now.”

Seto closed his eyes, savoring the feel of his lover. “I like the sound of that, you and I having a family together.”

Tristan laid his head on Seto’s chest, running his thumb over his ring. “Seto, I can’t afford to give you something like this.”

“Tristan, you’ve given me the most valuable thing of all,” he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You love me, angel. That’s enough for me.”

In two separate houses on opposite ends of Domino City, two couples sleep. Each content in an eternal love.

~How do I live without you
How do I live without you baby
How do I live~

THE END

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