He Thinks He Needs Me

SUMMARY: Seto and Tristan’s first wedding anniversary. One is trying to make it home in time, will he? Part three of YOU ARE and HOW DO I LIVE WITHOUT YOU also by me.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein nor do I own the song She Thinks She Needs Me.

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.

“Indicates normal speech of course”
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’
~Song lyrics
Song lyrics~



He Thinks He Needs Me

BY
Terra

I look out the cockpit window at the calm ocean below me then up at the clear, blue sky above me. It is beautiful and serene, nothing to see for miles; a sight to bring a feeling of peace and tranquility to any and every man on Earth. But me, it only added to my inner turmoil.

“Mr. Kaiba, I promise you, sir,” the pilot looks over at me. “I will get you back to Domino City on time. If I don’t, I’ll quit the second we land.”

“I don’t want you to quit, Jack. I want you to get me back, preferably before midnight.”

“Have I ever let you down, sir?”

He gives me an understanding smile. He knows I am anxious and for damn good reason. I smile back, shaking my head. “No.”

“You may as well go sit down, sir, maybe try to catch some sleep. We still have a few hours before we land.”

“Jack, you have an odd definition of ‘few’.”

I sigh deeply; resigning myself to the fact there is nothing more that can be done to get me home any faster. I get up from the co-pilot’s chair, nod to the rest of the flight crew, and make my way to the back of the plane. I sit down heavily on the sofa and run my hands through my hair. I turn to stare out the tiny window next to me. Yep, still peaceful and serene out there, still taunting me.

“Baby, I’m going to make it back in time for our anniversary or die trying,” I whisper, kissing the white and yellow band on my left hand. “I promised you I wouldn’t miss it. And I’ll never break a single promise to you. Ever.”

I smile, letting my thoughts drift back to our wedding day only one short year ago. It had been a small, outdoor affair, with only close friends and family attending. It had been perfect. The people we loved were there, sharing our joy. I didn’t even care about the tabloid stories and photos the next morning. All I had cared about was my new last name, Kaiba-Taylor.

All my dreams came true that day. Every heartache I had gone through vanished when I heard those two little words. Every doubt disappeared. Every hardship I had endured became nothing. Everything I had gone through to bring me to that point in my life suddenly became worth it just to hear him say those two little words, and have him proudly wear my ring.

I never knew I could love someone the way I loved my husband. I never dreamed mortal man was capable of that depth of feeling. I loved him with ever ounce of my heart and soul. I held nothing back for myself, choosing instead to give it all to him. The intensity of my feelings scared the hell out of me sometimes. I would do anything for the man waiting for me at home. And I mean anything, kill, steal, lie, and even die if need be.

I glance at my watch ... again. And frown ... again. Only twenty minutes had passed? Time was crawling; it felt like hours since I had left the cockpit. Damned clocks are mocking me too.

I get up and begin to pace, trying to alleviate some of my tension. I catch myself counting my steps, eighteen steps, turn, and eighteen steps again. I can’t help but smile. I didn’t used to pace, but that changed while waiting for my love to return from the late night classes he had in college. Eighteen steps is the length of the mansion’s foyer. I think about all the nightmares and horrors that had gone through my mind in those late night-early morning hours. Him hurt, kidnapped, or in some gods forsaken hell hole dying. It was amazing how quickly those fears vanished when I saw him walk through that door, always holding the reason for his tardiness, flowers, coffee, pastries, or some other small gift of love for me. Gods, how he loves me.

~He thinks I walk on water
He thinks I hung the moon~

I had only dreamed of being loved so unconditionally. My husband expects only one thing of me, for me to let him love me. Like I would be able not to. I have never been so adored by anyone, or so treasured. On one of our vacation trips, I mentioned in passing how beautiful a particular flower was. I compared it to his eyes. By the end of the month, I was presented with a greenhouse filled with them. He treats my smallest wish as if it were a life sustaining need. I’m scared to death I’ll disappoint him in some way. I’d die if I were ever the cause for his beautiful eyes to be saddened.

I smile. His eyes, such beautiful, expressive eyes. I make it a point to wake up every morning before he does just to see his eyes. Half lidded and drowsy, their color still darkened from sleep. Every morning it’s the same routine; he reaches up to rub them then he realizes I’m watching. He smiles. I smile. We kiss; a soft loving kiss. It had been that way from the first morning we woke up beside each other after we moved in together. I see my entire life in the depths of those two limpid pools every morning.

~He tells me every morning,
"They just don’t make men like you" ~

In the beginning, I had a hard time waking up before he did. Gods, he must have had coffee intravenously injected at work to function so damned early, but it was worth it. I get out of bed and fix a tray of coffee and scones for us. Once back upstairs, I open the drapes, for no other reason than I love seeing the morning light bring out the subtle changes in my lover’s hair then I lay back down beside him and wait for him to wake up.

Even after seven years of my bringing him breakfast in bed, he’s still surprised. He makes it seem as if it had taken massive effort on my part. I’d have made him eggs benedict, which happens to be his favorite, except I tend to burn anything not cooked in a certain pop-up appliance, and then if’s iffy. Somehow, I don’t think he’d care. He’d still be touched just because I made the attempt.

We have our breakfast curled up together, talking about everything and nothing. In those moments, I feel like that’s as good as life will ever get. How can it get any better? I usually catch him staring at me, and I swear there are tears in his eyes. I ask if anything is wrong every time. His response is always the same. He shakes his head, smiles, touches my face, and asks what he did to deserve me in his life. I always wonder that myself. What did I do to deserve him?

I stop pacing and stretch out on the sofa. I prop my feet up on the arm, my head resting on my interlaced fingers. I turn to look at the small photo I carry with me on every business trip. It was taken at our wedding. We are standing together, arm in arm under the rose arch. It happens to be my favorite photo and an acceptable substitute for when I’m not able to wake up next to my angel eyes.

I sigh, thinking about checking the time again. “Why bother?” I chastise myself. “Only another ten minutes at most. I’m not checking.” I look anyway. “Damn, only nine. Dumb ass.”

~He thinks I’ve got it together
He swears I’m as tough as nails ~

I can’t help but snicker, if he could only see me now. Here I am, watching the clock, pacing, and worrying enough to give myself an ulcer. So unlike the man he thinks I am. At least three times a week he’ll say how much he wishes he was more like me. How confident I am, how organized, how so in control all the time, how I never seem to have any doubts about myself or my abilities. How I never let anything dampen my determination to do something or to get something. He admires the way deadlines and last second, deal breaking problems never seem to bother me.

~But I don’t have the heart to tell him
He don’t know me that well ~

Mokuba once asked him who needed who more, him me or me him. Without batting an eye, he said he needed me more. Said I was so strong I could face the world alone and win. Mokuba asked me if that was true. My reply, “Never argue with a genius.”

Gods, if he only knew.

~He don’t know how much I need him
He don’t know I’d fall apart ~

The truth be told, I’d die without him. That is my greatest fear, losing him. He is my life, my world, my everything. I’m sure some shrink somewhere would tell me that is unhealthy. A person should live for himself, should never give anyone that kind of power over them. That one’s happiness should come from within, not someone else.

Stupid idiots. They have obviously never been in love. And definitely not with MY love.

I reach out and run my finger lightly over my baby’s face. “I’m on my way, love.” I glare at the clock. Another thirty minutes have passed. Joy, joy, joy, almost an hour has passed since I left the cockpit.

~Without his kiss, without his touch
Without his faithful, loving arms ~

I toe my shoes off, letting them drop to the floor. I know that would surprise him. I always put them away the second I take them off at home. I turn over on my side and stare at the photo. How long has is been since I touched that face? How long since I had felt those soft lips on mine? Five days. It felt like five years to me.

The longest we have been apart is seven days. I had been on a business trip to England; it was supposed to have been only three days. Something had gone wrong on their end and I was left cooling my heels for two days while they figured it out. I had called him with the bad news and when I got back to my hotel room the next afternoon, I found him asleep in the bed. He had booked the first available flight out of Japan.

I watched him sleep for three hours. It had been the best birthday present I had ever gotten.

~He don’t know that it’s all about him
He don’t know I can’t live without him ~

A lot of people would say I was being selfish, or childish, or both wanting him there for my birthday. He was the only present I got that year. Actually, he is the only gift I’ve gotten since we got together. He asks me every year what I want to do for my birthday and I say the same thing. Let’s play it by ear. He goes along with it after making me promise to do what I want. Easy enough to agree to.

It’s the same thing every year. We go out for breakfast, at his favorite cafe. We drive out to the seashore and have lunch. His favorite place to be to relax. We drive back to the city for dinner at his favorite restaurant. After dinner, we would either go to the theater or walk through the park if the night is clear and make wishes on the stars. I never make any, all mine have come true. He has yet to figure out everywhere we go is his favorite places. Being near him, seeing him relax, that is my gift.

Bet that would shock the hell out of some people. It would definitely make them think twice about their definition of ‘selfish behavior’.

~He’s my world, he’s my everything
And he thinks he needs me ~

I can still remember the dread I felt thinking I would spend my birthday half a world away from him. It was the same feeling I had when I thought I had lost him all those years ago after that business dinner, like my heart had been ripped from my chest.

My eyes slip shut a few seconds. I blink and slowly fall asleep with one thought in my mind. ‘And he thinks he needs me.’

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My eyes snap open when I feel someone touch my arm. “Wha-?”

“Sorry to wake you, Mr. Kaiba, but we are beginning our approach for landing. You need to fasten your seatbelt.”

I jump up and have my belt fastened in record time. “No, Ches. Thank you,” he hands me my shoes. “What time is it?”

“Ten pm, sir.”

My head snaps up. Two hours until midnight, it takes an hour to go from the mansion to the airport on a good night. This was Saturday; the roads would be packed with partiers even at this late hour. Ches must have noticed my well hidden panic.

“We radioed ahead, sir. A Kaiba Corp limo is waiting for you at the hanger.” I make a mental note to give this man either a raise, or a promotion. I decide to do both. “The limo will take you to Kaiba Corp where the helicopter is ready and waiting.”

“Why couldn’t the helicopter pick me up here?”

“Too much restricted air space tonight, sir. We checked.”

It is only half an hour from the airport to the downtown office building by car. From there it is only a ten minute flight to the mansion. I am going to make it with time to spare. I know I am grinning like an idiot but I didn’t care. I didn’t even notice Ches leave to return to the cockpit.

“I’m almost there, baby.” I carefully lay the picture in my briefcase and run through a mental checklist as I feel the plane drop for landing. I begin to drum my fingers impatiently on the arm of the sofa. Everything is ready; all I have to do is grab my two suitcases and briefcase and get in the limo. “Gods,” I mutter under my breath. “How long does it take to get a damn plane on the ground?”

The plane touches down and slowly rolls down the tarmac to the private Kaiba Corp hanger. Ches comes in and pulls my luggage from storage. The navigator is opening the main door and the plane is still rolling. As soon as the plane is still, I am out of my seat and by the door. The limo is waiting a short distance away, but the mobile stairs are nowhere in sight.

I groan.

I hear a hissing sound and look down to see the emergency ramp unfolding in front of me. I look over to see Ches grinning at me. “Sir,” he motions to the ramp. I grin and jump, sliding to the bottom. Once I am on my feet, Ches sends my bags down. I grab one and the chauffer the other.

“Sir, I’ll get you to Kaiba Corp as fast as I can. The copter is waiting for you right now.”

“You all are getting a raise for this.”

I give a final wave to the flight crew and slide across the seat. I’m thrown back as the driver takes off rather quickly. I shake my head as I fasten my seatbelt. “Yep, big raises all the way around.”

I lay my head back and sigh, “Not long now.” I look around and notice a small scuff on the bottom edge of the side seat of the limo. I smile. This was the first limo we made love in. The scuff was from my shoe being tossed aside in eagerness. Come to think of it, this limo has been a big part of our lives. We took it for our first date, to that business dinner, to our college graduation, to and from the airport for our honeymoon. It seems fitting it is my transportation home on our first anniversary.

~Sometimes he cries on my shoulder
When he’s lying next to me ~

After we made love here, he broke down on me. It all came out; all his insecurities, doubts, and hopes. All our friends would have been as shocked as I was to have witnessed that. For some reason, we all thought he was above doubts of love and fears of being alone. I am sorry to say, I never thought he was capable of doubts until that moment. Yet, something wonderful happened that moment too. He took the biggest chance a person can make in life; he laid his soul bare to me, bringing us closer. I wish I had his strength.

~But he don’t know that when I hold him
That he’s really holding me ~

I held him all the way home, carried him inside, and stayed awake all night holding him. I know what he was thinking all night that night, how could he be so lucky to have a man like me? Someone who stayed with him once they knew about all the skeletons in his closet. I was wondering what I had done to be the one he trusted that much.

It may have been the first time he broke down like that, but it wasn’t the last. Each time was the same; I hold him all night long and thank him in the morning. He doesn’t really understand why. He thinks it’s because I’m touched he opened himself up to me a little more. I smile. It’s really because he gave me a little more of the security I had been missing all my life.

The car slows to a stop. I frown and lower the security shield. “What’s going on?” The driver turns up the radio. I feel my heart sink.

“Sorry, sir. The accident is a bad one. It’s past the office building, but the backup is for miles. It’ll take hours for me to get through this.”

I look at my watch, half past ten. “How far are we from Kaiba Corp?”

“I’d say, about ten blocks, sir.”

Close enough. “Pop the trunk.”

~He don’t know how much I need him
He don’t know I’d fall apart ~

“What?”

I look up, taking my shoes off. “Open the trunk. Inside my suitcase, get my sneakers.”

I open the door and take my running shoes from him. “You’re going to walk, sir?”

“No, I’m going to run.” I toss my jacket and tie inside the limo and shut the door. “Call the office and tell them I’m coming.” I hear a shouted “Yes sir!” as I take off down the street.

~Without his kiss, without his touch
Without his faithful, loving arms ~

I pace myself just like I had been trained to do, running slow and steady. I vault some guy bending over, tying his shoe without missing a beat. I am SO thankful for the gym at the mansion. I look up and see the safety light atop the spire of Kaiba Corp blinking. I look at the clock on the side of the Domino City National Bank, a quarter til eleven. I’m going to make it.

~He don’t know that it’s all about him
He don’t know I can’t live without him ~

I begin to feel the exertion from this ten block run. My heart is pounding. I’m panting for breath. I round a corner and see the steps of Kaiba Corp. Suddenly I have a burst of energy. I run up the steps and see two security guards holding the double doors open. I race past them into the lobby.

“Head for the executive elevator, sir!”

I wave a hand in acknowledgement and keep going.

~He’s my world, he’s my everything
And he thinks he needs me ~

I see another guard holding the door to the elevator open. I run inside and he steps in behind me, punching the top floor. I lean against the wall gulping air.

“Sir, we’ve done as much as we can to help. Go to the end of the hallway to the stairs leading up to the roof. There’s a guard holding the door open for you, and another holding the door to the roof open. The pilot is in the chopper, ready to take off the second you are strapped in.”

I nod, continuing to gulp air. The elevator comes to a stop, and I’m out the doors before they are fully open.

“Good luck, sir!”

I race down the hallway and hear the sound of turning chopper blades as I get closer to the end. I turn a corner and the door is open. I run up the steps and onto the roof, heading for the helicopter. There is an army of guys helping me get rigged up for the flight, one jams a headset on me, one is strapping me in, and another pushes a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of water, and a towel into my hands before the door slams closed.

The pilot looks over at me. “Fifteen minutes tops, sir.”

I nod, wiping my face. I check the time, eleven o’clock. I lie back against the seat and down the water. I’m going to make it.

~Yeah, and the funny thing is
He thinks he’s the lucky one ~

I walk in through the front door of the mansion at twenty past. The house is silent, not a light on. I had the pilot land as far back as possible from the house hoping to surprise my baby. It seems to have worked.

~He don’t know how much I need him
He don’t know I’d fall apart ~

I slip my shoes off, setting them by the door and make my way through the darkened house. I walk into the dining room and flip on the light. The table is laid out beautifully for the dinner I missed. I go into the kitchen next and discover what was to have been our dinner on the island, covered. I get am idea and quickly go check the downstairs office we share. It is empty, so I return to the kitchen and start on my plan.

~Without his kiss, without his touch
Without his faithful, loving arms ~

I carefully open the door to our bedroom while balancing a food laden tray. I make a quick grab for the vase of flowers when they teeter. I set it down on the end table and turn the lamp on low. My breath catches when I see him. Gods, he is so beautiful. He’s hugging my pillow in his sleep; at times like this he looks so innocent, as if the world never treated him so shitty.

~He don’t know that it’s all about him
He don’t know I can’t live without him~

I pull a small box from my pocket and set it on the table next to the tray and pull a red rose from the vase. I inhale the sweet fragrance then lightly run the velvety petals down my love’s cheek. He turns, catching the scent. I smile, trailing the rose down his cheek again. He sighs softly.

“Wake up, baby,” I murmur. He slowly opens his eyes. “Hey, blue eyes. I made it.”

~He’s my world, he’s my everything
And he thinks he needs me ~

“Tristan?”

“Yeah, baby. I made it back in time for our anniversary,” I lean down and gently kiss him. The smile he gives me is the best present I could have gotten. “I saw the dining room and decided to bring dinner to you.” I dip a strawberry in some whipped cream and hold it next to his lips.

He takes the berry in his mouth, slowly licking the bits of juice and cream from my fingers.

“Missed some,” I murmur, leaning in. I gently plunder his mouth, seeking out every secret within. He tastes so sweet and it has nothing to do with the berry he just ate. “I love you, Seto.”

“I love you, Tristan.”

I feel his arms slip around my neck, pulling me down to him. I resist, rising up, and I see the desire blazing in those beautiful eyes. I start opening the buttons on my shirt, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes slowly leave my face to roam over my chest; he smiles appreciatively. As I reach for my belt, he throws back the sheets. I lift a questioning eyebrow, he’s wearing boxers.

“No,” a light touch stops his hands. “I want to.” He lies back against the pillows, waiting.

I toss the rest of my clothes aside and move to the end of the bed. I run my hands up his long, muscular legs, bringing them together at the top of his thighs to caress his growing erection. I love the sound of his moans. I increase the pressure ever so slightly just to hear him moan again.

My love is soon lying naked before me. I lay fully atop him, my and his favorite position. Seto needed so much to not always be the one in charge. In some areas he has to be, like work and where Mokuba is concerned, but at home, I’ve become the “head of the household” on many occasions just so he can have a break.

I kiss him in that gently demanding manner he loves so much, running my hands up his arms to clasp his hands in mine. I press my hips into his. He arcs up, breaking our kiss, and moaning loudly. I smirk; I do so love that sound.

“Gods, Tristan!”

“Hmm?” I nip gently at the pulse point on his neck, loving the small tremors that run through his body.

“I....”

I roam my hands over his chest, brushing a hardening nipple. He pushes up, pressing into my touch and groans.

“Like that?” I smirk, doing it again. I gaze up at him while peppering his chest with kisses. I feel a surge of desire when I see the deep love and raw passion burning in his half lidded eyes.

“Make love to me,” he whispers, nearly making me come on the spot.

I kiss him fiercely. His hands fist painfully into my hair, and he moans into the kiss. We break apart, the need for air too much to ignore. I give only a couple seconds to recover before I attack his neck and shoulders with lips and teeth. His writhing causes our arousals to brush against each other. I’m not sure who screamed, him or me. Gods, it felt so good, too good.

Seto’s hands leave my hair and roam over my back, tracing muscles. He knows what this does to me and I shiver. Two can play this game. I suck gently at a pebble hard nipple.

I move lower, kissing his stomach when I hear his protesting whimper. “Baby?”

“I need to touch you.”

I smile, claiming his lips again. I reach for the oil I had the forethought to set on the tray. As he caresses my sides, I trail my oiled fingers up his thigh. His fingertips lightly press against my nipples, my finger lightly presses against his entrance. I gently suckle at the hollow of his throat; his arms circle my back.

Seto’s body tenses briefly beneath me as I slowly invade. He relaxes with a soft sigh. I look up. His eyes are closed and there is a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Every thought leaves my mind but one, showing Seto Kaiba-Taylor, my husband, how much I love him.

I carefully add a second finger, gently stretching him. I trail kisses over his face, distracting him from the discomfort.

He pushes up, meeting my hand. “Tristan, more.”

I’m happy to comply. Soon, I have him writhing and moaning in need. Both of us are breathing heavily. Gods, does he know what seeing him like this does to me?

Seto whimpers, tightening down on my fingers when I start to remove them from his body. “Patience, love. Something better is coming.”

I quickly oil my cock and position myself. “I love you, Seto.” I kiss him passionately as I press inside a velvet inferno. I moan as I feel him wrap around me. Seto is breathing quickly; his eyes clenched shut, his hands fisted in the sheets. I kiss his eyes, lips, face, trying to distract him from the pain. I know he’s ready when he pushes against me, wanting more.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Love me, Tristan.”

I love him so much.

I pull nearly out and push back in slowly, deeply, drawing long moans of pleasure from him. I shift slightly, aiming for that one spot deep within. Seto cries out, arcing up. Found it.

Seto bucks up into me, demanding more. I grunt deep in my throat and increase my pace, not enough to satisfy, only enough to tease. Seto keeps so much of himself inside all the time; when we make love, I am determined to shatter every barrier he has.

He growls softly, bucking harder into my thrusts. Not quite there. I increase my rhythm again. He is soon whimpering and moaning, tossing his head from side to side. So close. I brush his prostate again.

“Fuck me!!”

Bingo!

He grabs my hips, bringing our bodies together hard. I throw my head back, moaning loudly. I love this. Seto is completely free of all restraints. This is his true passion unleashed; only I see him this way.

I pound into him, moaning his name. He moans mine, begging for more. He meets my every thrust. I feel the burning in my stomach and know I am close. I wrap my hand around his shaft, pumping in time to our bodies.

“C-coming......”

I pump harder.

Seto screams my name as he came, splattering his seed over us both. His inner muscles clamp down on my throbbing shaft, and I follow him over the edge, his name torn from my throat.

I collapse top of him. We both lay panting, exhausted. “Need me to move?” I whisper. He shakes his head, tightening his arms around me. I love the feel of his warm body next to me.

After a few minutes, I pull out, moving to the side and pull him against me. He lays his head on my chest, and I feel as if I am in Heaven.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispers.

I smile and reach for the small black box on the table. “Happy anniversary, blue eyes.”

He opens it slowly. I see the tears building. I take the ring from the box and slip it on his finger.

“I love you, Seto.” I kiss him softly.

“I need to get your gift.”

I shake my head. “I got my gift right here.”

“What did I do to deserve you, Tristan?”

He cuddles close, and I feel him relax against me. Once his breathing evens out and I know he is asleep, I softly whisper, “What did I do to deserve you, Seto?”

~He thinks I walk on water
He thinks I hung the moon~


The End

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Author’s Note: I changed the song to better fit the story. Here is the song in it’s unchanged form for those who would like to read it.

She Thinks She Needs Me


She thinks I walk on water
She thinks I hung the moon
She tells me every morning,
"They just don’t make men like you"

She thinks I’ve got it together
She swears I’m as tough as nails
But I don’t have the heart to tell her
She don’t know me that well

She don’t know how much I need her
She don’t know I’d fall apart
Without her kiss, without her touch
Without her faithful, loving arms
She don’t know that it’s all about her
She don’t know I can’t live without her
She’s my world, she’s my everything
And she thinks she needs me

Sometimes she cries on my shoulder
When she’s lying next to me
But she don’t know that when I hold her
That she’s really holding me, holding me

She don’t know how much I need her
She don’t know I’d fall apart
Without her kiss, without her touch
Without her faithful, loving arms
She don’t know that it’s all about her
She don’t know I can’t live without her
She’s my world, she’s my everything
And she thinks she needs me

Yeah, and the funny thing is
She thinks she’s the lucky one

She don’t know how much I need her
She don’t know I’d fall apart
Without her kiss, without her touch
Without her faithful, loving arms
She don’t know that it’s all about her
She don’t know I can’t live without her
She’s my world, she’s my everything
And she thinks she needs me

She thinks I walk on water
She thinks I hung the moon