You Are

Summary: Six years have passed since Tristan forgave Seto his denial of him at a business dinner. Now their wedding day has arrived. Sequel to How Do I Live by me.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein nor the song You Are.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains swearing. 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 NOTE
“Indicates normal speech of course”
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’
~Song lyrics~

Dedicated to he who holds my heart.


YOU ARE
BY TERRA


Seto stood gazing out the window of his bedroom across the large expanse of lawn on the estate. His eyes wandered over the group of people sitting in or standing by an area of open folding chairs. Yami and Yugi sat in the second row with the elder Mr. Moto, Bakura and Ryou in front of them. Malik, holding a little blonde haired girl, sat across the aisle from them with Isis and Odion. Towards the back were several friends for college sitting together in a group, and the remaining chairs held friends and coworkers from Kaiba Corp.

His eyes moved forward to the large arch entwined with red and blue roses set up a short distance in front of the sitting area. He shifted slightly to the left and looked over the many tables filled with fancy foods and expensive champagnes, lingering on the the obscenely huge eight layer cake with three fountains and a tiny porcelain couple on top that dominated the center table. He shifted again to see a string quartet set up to the right of the arch, the musicians tuning their individual instruments.

He looked up at the perfectly clear blue sky, seeing a few large, white, fluffy clouds, the kind illustrated in children’s books about happily ending fairy tales. There was a soft gentle breeze, stirring the leaves on the trees shading the seated guests. A smile spread across his face. The day had finally arrived.

The day he, Seto Kaiba was to marry the one he loved more than life itself, Tristan Taylor.

Pulling himself from the window, Seto walked over to his dresser, picked up a pair of diamond cufflinks, and placed them on his sleeves. He had once thought this day would never come. He had nearly screwed up, one night six years ago at a business convention dinner. He had denied Tristan in a moment of fear and doubt. Luckily, the loving brunet had understood and forgiven him, accepting him back, and loving him just as strongly and completely as if it had never happened, making their bond unbreakable.

He looked at his reflection in the closet mirror. He smoothed the ruffles on his shirt then fluffed them back out then brushed at some imaginary lint on his pants leg. He sat down on the edge of their bed to slip on his shoes.

He smiled at that thought, their bed. Tristan had moved in with him four years ago, after they graduated high school. Tristan’s parents had been supportive of the two young men and their decision to live together, openly bragging about the wonderful man their son had fallen in love with.

Seto had expected Tristan’s father to bust a few heads over that, but everyone had been shocked when Tristan’s mother, Naomi, had been the one to call from jail one afternoon, asking the young CEO to bail her out for starting a brawl in a local grocery store. Seto had gladly bailed her out, and paid for an attorney to represent her against the other participant of the fight for slander and defamation of character. Everyone was equally stunned to learn that the other participant had been a thirty-five year old man who outweighed Naomi Taylor by at least one hundred and fifty pounds. And HE had taken the worst of it.

That day in the courtroom, Seto had made a mental note to NEVER piss off his mother-in-law.

He was pulled from his musings by a knock on his door. “Come in,” he called out.

A shaggy head of raven colored hair popped into view. “You ready?”

Seto smiled. “Yes, I just need to put on my jacket,” he slipped it on as his brother walked into the room.

“Nervous?” Mokuba asked.

Seto held out his hand, it was as steady as a rock. “No.”

Mokuba knew better. “Then why do you have sweat on your upper lip?”

Seto smiled and wiped the moisture away with the handkerchief handed him by his little brother.

“Have you seen Tristan?”

“Yeah,” Mokuba grinned. “He’s like you, nervous and excited, scared to death and not admitting it, and grinning like an idiot.”

“I am not grinning like an idiot,” the edges of Seto’s mouth twitched as he tried to hide a smile.

“Riiiight.”

The grin on Mokuba’s face was contagious and Seto couldn’t resist. Soon the two siblings were laughing, something that had become commonplace in the Kaiba mansion in the last four years.

Mokuba pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s time for you to fully live your life, big brother and for you to be happy. You deserve it.”

Seto returned the embrace. “I am little brother. I truly am happy.”

Mokuba sniffed, blinking rapidly. “Come on......everybody’s waiting,” he slid a red rosebud into Seto’s lapel.

Seto smiled and followed his brother from the room.

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At the opposite end of the same hallway, Tristan was wearing a path in the carpet, and having a very difficult time trying to find something to do with his hands. His best man was stretched out on the large bed, eating an enormous bowl of potato chips, probably swiped from one of the caterer’s tables.

“Tris, calm down, man. You’re wearing a hole in the floor, and making me dizzy.”

He shot a glare the blond’s way, never missing a beat. Joey just shook his head, and shoved another handful of chips in his mouth.

A soft knock at the closed door made the brunet literally jump two feet off the floor.

“Damn, Tristan,” Joey snickered. “Switch to decaff.”

Joey lazily slid off the bed and opened the door. Tristan’s mother, Naomi walked in, and smiled at the two young men.

“So, how are you doing, dear?”

“Just fine, Mom.”

“Yeah, riiiiight,” Joey smirked. “That’s why you’ve wore out the carpet and are stuck to the ceiling like gum on a desk.”

Tristan glared at him.

His mother reached up to straighten his collar. “All men are nervous on their wedding day, dear.”

“Were you, Mom?”

“I said all MEN, dear. You father damn near wet himself, twice, the day we were married.”

Tristan grinned good naturedly while his mother finished fussing over him. She smoothed his shirt, tweaked his cummerbund, and brushed his hair back from his face then took a step back and smiled. “You are so handsome,” she said, with tears sparkling in her eyes.

The sound of laughter drifted in through the open balcony doors. Tristan took a step closer in time to hear Bakura shout at Yami, something about continuing to be a royal pain in his ass. He chuckled softly at their never ending antics.

“I thought this day would never get here,” he sighed.

“And just WHO wanted to wait until after their college graduation?” Joey pointed out.

“Shut up, jerk.”

“Hey, don’t get pissy because me and Malik had the smarts to get married before we even started college.”

They began another one of their Wheeler-Taylor famous stare-offs, which usually led to blows. Naomi stepped between them, hands on hips.

“Knock it off, both of you, before I spank both your asses! And you damn well know I can and will.”

They stopped immediately, and grinned at each other. Naomi couldn’t help but laugh; she knew she had been royally had by them once again. She laughed right along with them, earning her a bone crushing hug from her son.

“Look, Mom, I know this isn’t exactly what you had in mind......”

“Stop right there, Son,” she fixed him with a stern look. “I don’t care if you married a man, a woman, or a billy goat, as long as you are happy with whomever or whatever you choose. Seto is a wonderful man, and I love you both dearly. I couldn’t be happier or more proud of you than I am right now,” she sniffed once. “Now, let’s go, everyone’s waiting, and no more talk like that. I’d hate to have my son-in-law have to come and bail me out of jail for beating up his husband on their wedding day.”

Chuckling, Joey opened the door, letting Naomi exit first. He turned back to his childhood friend. “You coming, buddy?”

“Yeah, just needed one last second to gather my thoughts.”

Joey grinned. “It’s cool. Malik took an extra hour to do that if I’m not mistaken,” he waked over and draped an arm around Tristan’s broad shoulders, leading him towards the door. “Come on, Seto’s waiting for you to make him the happiest guy in the world today, and I for one want to see old money bags cry like a baby.”

Tristan slid a small blue rosebud into his lapel, took one last look around the room before smiling, and closing the door softly.

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Seto stood in front and slightly to one side of the minister, who was standing under the rose filled arch. Mokuba stood beside him, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, grinning. Seto watched Joey come down the aisle and pause a brief moment to kiss Malik and their three year-old daughter, Tiffany. He smiled, wondering what kind of father he would be.

He and Tristan had discussed adopting children several times, surprising each other with the same hopes, fears, and dreams. They both wanted a large family, and knew Tristan’s parents eagerly awaited grandchildren. Naomi already had a ton of toys waiting.

He glanced up from the smiling blonde angel, cuddling her daddy’s neck, and felt his heart clench. Tristan had just stepped from behind the last row of chairs and was walking down the aisle towards him.

~Baby when I look at you
You know it breaks my heart in two~

Seto never took his eyes from Tristan as he approached. It was as if he was seeing the brunet again for the first time. Tristan looked amazing, so beautiful in the black and ruby tux with such confidence in his stride. Pride was obvious in his posture, and his face shown with love for the man waiting for him. He was Seto’s perfect mate in every way, matching and complementing him in ways other couples could only dream of. This was the man who had haunted his dreams constantly for years then had made his dreams come true by saying one little three letter word... yes.

~How beautiful you are
I've seen you in a million dreams~

Seto smiled. Today was the beginning of their life together. He would belong to Tristan, and Tristan would belong to him. Images of vacations together in the Bahamas and the Swiss Alps flashed through his mind, along with scenes of the mansion strewn with children’s toys and handprints on the walls, a refrigerator covered in lopsided houses and purple horses, of birthday parties and sleepovers, of Christmases with family and friends, a mantle proudly displaying odd shaped yet colorful clay objects only their creators knew the purpose for, and of quite nights, reading stories about talking bears and brave little children while cuddled together in the large master bed.

~Now you're finally here with me
We will never be apart~

Tristan stopped beside Joey and smiled at Seto, taking his hand. The minister held her arm up, cleared her throat, and clearly stated. “If anyone has reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

When Tristan smiled at him, Seto couldn’t think of any reason why he would have been nervous earlier. Tristan in his life was all he would ever need, and all he ever wanted.

~I wanna hold you forever
That's all I’ll ever need~

He listened to the minister with half an ear, gazing lovingly into shining hazel eyes. He turned towards her when she addressed him.

“Seto, will you please recite your vows to Tristan ”

He coughed slightly then began. “Tristan, my beloved angel. You are my life, my world, and my best friend. You never gave up on me, no matter how stupid I acted, and because of you and your love, I am a better man.”

Seto’s comment earned several chuckles from their gathered friends, and one barley contained snort from a certain white haired thief, followed by a loud yelp when said thief was slapped by his light. He grinned, shaking his head then continued.

“Today you’ve made my life complete. I love you with all I am, and give to you all I have. I keep nothing for myself, entrusting it to your loving care. I love you today and for all eternity.”

~You are my love
You are my life
My heart and soul
The truest friend I’ve ever known
You are my world
All of my dreams
My fantasy, my reality
I love everything you are~

Seto took the ring Mokuba held out for him, and slipped it onto Tristan’s finger. It was a simple yellow gold band with a white gold inner band etched with a tiny leaf design. “With this ring, I, Seto Kaiba, take you, Tristan Taylor to be my husband.”

Two tears slipped down Tristan’s cheeks. The tenderness in Seto’s voice, and the love shining in his sapphire eyes touched his heart in a way he never thought anyone ever would. Seto had accepted everything about him, even the things about himself he couldn’t accept. And the CEO had loved him anyway. With a complete and unconditional love.

~Every time I close my eyes
It hits me so deep inside~

“Tristan, will you please recite you vows to Seto now?”

Tristan licked his lips nervously. “Seto, my love. You have given me the one thing I never thought I would have from anyone other than my parents, unconditional love that will never die. We have weathered heartache, deadlines, exams, business trips, and painful memories. Nothing has, nor ever will, come between us. You’ve given me all I ever wanted by showing me how much I mean to you. I love you, Seto Kaiba.”

~How real this feeling is
I'm intoxicated by your touch~

Joey tapped Tristan’s shoulder several times to get the brunet’s attention. Grinning, he handed Tristan Seto’s ring. It was a simple white gold band with a scroll etching. It wasn’t as expensive as the ring Seto had given him, but he knew his husband would cherish it for the simple fact Tristan had picked it out and bought it himself.

~It's a sweet, sweet rush
I'm in love with your kiss~

“Seto, with this ring, I take you as my husband, to love with all I am, forever and a day,” he slipped the ring on Seto’s finger then gently kissed his hand. “You are the one I trust to keep my heart and not break it.”

The minister wrapped her hands around Tristan and Seto’s joined ones. “With the exchange of rings, these men have given a token of himself to the other. A symbol, to show he has given all he has to the other, and that he accepts the responsibility of caretaker of the other’s heart and soul for all eternity.”

~You're the one I trust the most
You changed me~

She pulled a thin strip of purple silk from her neck and wrapped it around their wrists and joined hands. “With this binding, they are joined heart, mind, body, and soul for all eternity. Sharing all their joys, sorrows, victories, and defeats with one another, in health and sickness. Forever are they bound, even in death and beyond,” she smiled at the new couple. “You may now kiss your husband.”

Grinning, Tristan leaned in and claimed Seto’s lips. All their guests began to whoop and cheer, making the couple break apart, blushing and laughing.

“I now pronounce you married one to the other. Enjoy your life together.”

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The end of the day found Seto back where he had been at the beginning of it. Standing at the bedroom window, gazing out across the lawn.

The setting sun cast a golden hue over the now empty expanse of green. The tables and chairs had been removed. The rose arch had been dismantled. And the guests long since had gone home. The servants had been dismissed, and Mokuba had gone to spend the night with Ryou and Bakura, leaving the newlyweds alone.

Seto tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom when he heard the water to the shower shut off. He turned back to gaze up at the darkening sky; the first bright stars were beginning to make their appearance. He lightly caressed the ring on his left hand, a small smile crossing his face.

Tristan exited the bathroom, toweling his hair. He stopped when he saw Seto by the window. The muted light from the bathroom cast a golden halo around the brunet, giving him an ethereal glow. Tristan wrapped the damp towel around his waist and quietly approached his husband.

“Penny for you thoughts,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around Seto’s slim waist.

~You are my love
You are my life~

Seto leaned back against Tristan’s chest. “You. I was thinking about how lucky I am to have the sexiest man in Japan as my husband.”

“Well, you’re right,” Tristan kissed the back of Seto’s neck. “You are married to the sexiest man in Japan, but I’m married to the sexiest man on the planet.”

Tristan released his hold on the brunet and turned him around so they were facing one another. “I love you more then words can ever say, blue eyes,” he leaned in and kissed Seto deeply, letting his husband feel all the passion, love, and desire he held for him.

~My heart and soul
The truest friend I’ve ever known~

“Tristan,” Seto whimpered.

“Shhhh, our special day came and went, baby,” Tristan murmured huskily, nibbling at the pulse point on Seto’s neck. “Now it’s time,” he continued between kisses along Seto’s bare shoulder. “For our... special night... just us... together... alone... I’m going to make you scream, and beg for more, just like you will me,” he claimed Seto’s lips in another fiery kiss, forcing his way into Seto’s willing mouth, boldly probing.

~You are my world
All of my dreams~

Tristan brushed his hips against Seto’s, accomplishing two things. First, he dislodged the towel he was wearing, and second, he gave Seto unmistakable proof of his desire.

Seto moaned loudly at the friction to his groin. He grasped Tristan buttocks, pressing the brunet hard against him. “See what you do to me, love?” he ground their arousals together. “I need you. I want you. And I will have you.”

Tristan deftly unbuttoned Seto pants, slipping his hand inside to stroke his lover’s erection. “I’m yours. You’re mine,” he pushed the garments from Seto’s body, kneeling down, and supporting the brunet as he stepped out of them. “You are everything I need, Seto.”

~My fantasy, my reality
I love everything you are~

Tristan stayed kneeling. He kissed his lover’s lower stomach before taking all of Seto’s ample length into his mouth. Wasting no time, he began to suck in earnest.

Seto thrust into the moist heat with a cry. His hands found their way to Tristan’s head and fisted in his soft brown hair. “Please.... gods... baby... never stop.”

Tristan grinned broadly, humming a negative as he deep throated him. He felt Seto sway; the taller brunet always went weak in his legs when Tristan did this. He pushed Seto back a couple of inches, pinning him against the wall.

Seto was panting harshly and the grip on Tristan’s hair was relentless. He leaned back for support, his head hitting the wall with a quiet thump. “Tristan...... damn!” he moaned.

Tristan chuckled, sending vibrations down Seto’s length. He trailed his tongue along the underside of the rigid shaft as he pulled back. “You know what I want, blue eyes. Fuck my mouth, come down my throat,” he whispered.

The surge of raw lust that hit Seto from Tristan’s words, combined with low growl from the back of Tristan’s throat, was his undoing. He arched forward and with a loud cry, shot his seed hard into Tristan’s waiting mouth.

Swallowing quickly, Tristan was still unable to keep some from leaking out the side of his mouth to run down his chin. Before he could move to wipe the milky white fluid from his face, he was pulled to his feet. Seto lazily licked the smear away before kissing him deeply.

~You are my love
You are my life
My heart and soul
The truest friend I’ve ever known~

Without a word, Tristan took Seto’s hand and led him to the bed. He crawled up on the mattress backwards, gently pulling Seto up with him. They knelt, facing each other as Tristan leaned in scattering barely felt kisses over his husband’s face and neck. “Let me love you, blue eyes,” he murmured against soft lips.

Tristan kissed his way lower on Seto’s body. He dipped his tongue into the shallow hollow of Seto’s navel, and flicked the tip of his tongue over the dripping head of his length. He twisted onto his back and maneuvered his way up until his head was between Seto’s legs. Grasping his hips, Tristan pulled the CEO down until he could easily reach his goal.

Seto gasped in surprise when he felt the hot wetness probing his entrance. He pitched forward, grasping Tristan’s thighs for support. “Gods, baby,” he panted out.

Tristan chuckled and shifted into better position, and continued his delightful torment. Seto leaned farther forward, lost in the sensations of his husband’s touch and feel until Tristan’s erection was mere inches from his mouth.

A wonderfully wicked idea made its way up from the depths of Seto’s pleasure hazed mind. He kissed the tip of Tristan’s erection, licking away the pearly drops that had gathered before taking only the head into his mouth.

Tristan closed his eyes and groaned as a firm pressure surrounded him. Seto sucked harder, taking more into his mouth. Tristan gripped Seto’s hips firmly and renewed his attack. Soon the two brunets were caught up in a continuous circle of ecstasy.

It was heaven. Tristan felt as he never had before. He didn’t know which was more arousing, pleasuring Seto, or Seto pleasuring him. Whichever, he was determined to bring his husband to completion first. He pressed Seto’s hips down into his chest then flexed his muscles. The vibrations sent along his shaft by Seto’s moan were nearly his undoing. But it wasn’t until Seto cupped him and began to gently massage his globes, Tristan exploded.

Seto carefully moved to lay his head on Tristan’s chest. He thought the muscular brunet was unconscious until he heard the softy whispered words.

“I love you.”

“I love you, baby.”

They lay quietly, letting their racing hearts return to normal. Tristan brought one hand up to toy with Seto sweat dampened hair, and the other to stroke the arm he had across his chest. He smiled at the contented sigh from the CEO.

He shuddered slightly when he felt the warm breath of Seto’s exhales brush across his hardened nipple. ‘How can he affect me like this?’ he felt himself getting hard again.

Tristan eased Seto onto his back, moving until he was fully on top of the tall brunet, pinning him to the bed with his weight. Tristan raised Seto’s arms above his head and held them at the wrist with one hand as his other danced over Seto’s chest and stomach. Tristan licked and nipped at the pulse point on Seto’s neck, reveling in the soft keening sounds coming from Seto’s throat.

“Mine,” he growled, biting down, breaking the skin. He sucked hard a few seconds, making sure everyone would notice then soothingly licked at the mark.

He leaned up, searching Seto’s azure eyes. The emotion he saw in them was mirrored in his heart. “You’re mine,” the possessiveness of Tristan’s words was gentled by the tenderness of his voice.

Seto smiled and nodded. “Yours.”

~You are my world
All of my dreams
My fantasy, my reality~

Tristan leaned over to reach the bedside table, yanking the drawer open and rummaging inside. He growled and began to throw things to the floor in frustration. Finally, his fingers wrapped around the familiar tube he was searching for. He moved back and gentle parted Seto’s long legs, settling between them.

Seto’s hands fisted into the soft down pillows as he watched with anticipation. Tristan squeezed the tube, pouring the contents onto his fingers. Eyes half lidded, swollen lips parted, and panting in need, Seto moaned as Tristan’s index finger slid inside his body, and burning lips pressed against his stomach.

Tristan felt Seto’s body tighten on his finger. He added another and began to move within the burning heat. He rained kisses over Seto’s chest and stomach. He grabbed the mangled tube and crushed it one-handed. He added another finger, stretching the tight ring even more as he slicked his own throbbing shaft.

Seto moaned in protest when Tristan’s fingers left his body. He felt empty, bereft until Tristan’s strong hands returned reassuringly to lift his leg over a broad shoulder. He felt silk brush against his opening, a barely audible ‘I love you,’ then a feeling of completion as he was filled by his life mate.

~I love everything you are~

Tristan held still, distracting Seto with deep loving kisses and light caresses as he adjusted to Tristan’s size. He slipped his other leg around Tristan’s hips and thrust up, letting Tristan know he was ready.

Tristan pulled back and pushed back in as slowly as he could manage, repeating it, before leaning over to capture Seto’s lips.

Seto moaned; the sensation of being filled them empty, repeating again and again was driving the young billionaire insane with both frustration and pleasure. He thrust up, meeting Tristan, trying to ease the burning need he felt to have his love buried deep inside his body.

Tristan began to press harder, deeper into the pliant body beneath him, intentionally keeping the pace slow. Seto’s hands splayed over Tristan’s shoulder blades, pulling against him, trying to bring him closer.

“Please, gods, baby,” Seto moaned. “Faster!”

Tristan increased his rhythm until he was pounding into his lover, hitting his prostate with deadly accuracy. Seto was writhing and moaning in pleasure, feeling as if he was about to explode then Tristan firmly grasped his aching length, pumping him.

After only a few firm strokes, the fire burning in his stomach flared and he did explode, splattering both their stomachs, and screaming his husband’s name.

Tristan’s senses were overloaded. The warmth of Seto’s release, the sound of his name screamed in ecstasy, and the feeling of his manhood being gripped so tightly, all pushed him over the edge. He grasped Seto’s hips painfully, spilling his essence.

After what seemed an eternity and a few short seconds at the same time, Tristan collapsed onto his husband. Seto softly stroked his back, patiently waiting. He felt a warm wetness on his neck, and felt the small tremors running through Tristan’s body.

“Tristan?”

“I love you, Seto. I love you so much,” Tristan tightened his embrace. “I never thought everything I needed could be given to me by one person.”

~Everything, I love everything you are~

Seto smiled. “That’s the way of love. You give me everything I need too.”

They lie quietly; content to be with the other. Seto gazed out the window, seeing a bright streak moving across the sky. “Look, baby, a shooting star. Make a wish.”

Tristan looked out the window in time to see the streak vanish from view. He was quiet a few seconds.

“What did you wish for, baby?”

Tristan smiled. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” Seto nodded. “I wished that this moment would never end. Your turn.”

Seto smiled. “I wished to be able to make all your wishes come true.”

The End

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