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Whispers in the Dark	By : BlackGargie Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So how did you guys like the previous chappie? Cool, eh? If you feel so, you�re gonna love this! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Don�t plan to, don�t need to

WHISPERS IN THE DARK
�� Cheers!�
�� The entire household of Joey,
Tristan, Ryou, Yugi and Malik were seated at a huge round table along with Tea,
Miho and Mai Valentine, celebrating the glorious occasion of the five�s
successful pregnancy at the Domino Regalia Sushi Restaurant, courtesy of Mai�s
expenses. After tucking the five in and locked the door to give them a well
deserved rest, Dr. Karita wasted no time in calling
up Tea to tell them about the good news, who in turn passed the message on to
Miho and Mai Valetine and all the workers in Mai�s
office. Illust-chan, on the other hand, made the
phone call to the five�s respective parents, telling them about their
children�s pregnancy, and the proud grandparents wasted no time in dropping
whatever they were doing in their work and made a dash to the school to fetch
them after school hours had ended.
�� The five felt slightly better after
having slept through school hours and taking the morning sickness medicine, but
weren�t feeling up to eating much, so while everyone else was eating and
drinking to their heart�s content, the five had to settle with their own bowls
of oatmeal and fish rice porridge and glasses of orange juice. Illust-chan explained to them that the reason why they were
showing signs of a person who is 3 months pregnant when they were only about
one and a half months pregnant was because for a Whisperer, the time of
pregnancy was shorter than average�around 7 and a half months to be exact�and
since the duration is shorter, they would have to expect a belly growth spurt
around the 4^th month. She advised them to take the morning sickness
medicine until they�ve reached their second and a half months of pregnancy and
should anticipate a hearty appetite soon.
�� To the proud
grandparents!� Mai toasted, earning everyone�s laughter.
�� Are you trying to hint about our
age, Miss Valentine?� Mr. Wheeler joked.
�� On the contrary,
Mr. Wheeler. You haven�t aged a bit since the last time I saw you.�
�� Right,� Mrs. Wheeler gave a mock
jealous look at Mai. �If there�s anyone who�s gonna
jump Al here, that�ll be me.�
�� Jealous possessive little princess
as usual, aren�t we, Linda?�
�� Everyone laughed heartily at the way
Mrs. Wheeler and Mai gave each other a pretend rivalry look. They�ve been at it
since anyone can remember, but they know it was all just for show, and that
they have always been the best of friends since Mrs. Wheeler was in high school.
�� Any telling what our grandchildren
are, gender-wise and dominance-wise, that is,� Mr. Taylor asked as he popped a
sushi in his mouth.
�� Unfortunately, it�s a little too
early to tell,� Miho replied. �But we do have a midwife who is a Human-dominant
Halfling, and we relied on his sense of smell to find out how many babies are
there within your sons. It is crucial we find out if your sons have been
carrying multiples to determine what sort of treatment and dietary and delivery
process needed to taken. It pays to plan beforehand.�
�� Come to think of it, I do remember
waking up seeing Illust-chan beside a red-eyed man
sniffing about at our bellies,� Yugi recalled the
first thing that came to view after returning from Dreamland. �I was wondering
what that was about. I wanted to ask, but Grandpa soon glomped
me like a ragdoll, and they left without a word.�
�� Sorry about that, sonny,� Solomon
replied, smiling sheepishly. �Guess I was too excited to find out that I�m
going to be a Great-Grandpa.�
�� Well then, Miss Miho, I�m curious,�
�Mrs.� Ishtar asked. �How many babies exactly does my
son have?�
�� According to the records Miss Illuscia showed me,� Miho said as she put on that
expression whenever she wanted to recall something from her photographic
memory, �Joey Wheeler and Yugi Mutou
have twins, Ryou Bakura has
triplets, and the rest have only one baby.�
�� Twins?!� the Wheeler parents and
Solomon exclaimed.
�� Triplets?!� the Bakura
parents exclaimed just as equally.
�� Unlike Ryou,
who already known beforehand, Joey and Yugi were
looking as if their jaws were going to fall off the sockets and drop to the
floor.
�� Hm, Ryou,� Tristan eyed suspiciously. �You don�t seem
surprised.�
�� Well, uh, Solomon warned us that
Whisperers are known to sire multiples, so I was prepared,� Ryou
replied, surprised that he was able to come up with such an excuse.
�� The ever studious Ryou Bakura,� Malik
rolled his eyes. �It�s no wonder nothing surprises him anymore.�
�� If
only they knew, Ryou thought, sighing inwardly in
relief.
�� The serious issues were soon put
aside for merry-making as the five and their families and the Head of the
island and her main assistants partied and chatted about old times, gossiped
about the five�s younger days (much to the five�s chagrin and embarrassment), fantasizing
about how their future grandchildren would look like and hoping that the
midwives assigned by Mai to the five would take good care of them. The eating
was not as much the drinking, and those who were slightly weak on holding their
liquor were sent into a crazy drunk dance and laughter frenzy and all that
hullabaloo whatnot. At least they were eating in a booked room, or else they
would�ve caused a disturbance of the peace.
�� The amount of water Tristan was
drinking during the toasting was making a frenzy protest towards his bladder
and the young �mother�-to-be excused himself to go to the bathroom. Since he
was pregnant, Illust-chan advised him and his friends
to try getting used to peeing sitting down so that it wouldn�t be a strain for
them to pee standing up with an upcoming big belly and tiring the legs. He
picked the first cubicle he saw and was about to go in when he was stopped by a
hand holding onto the door.
�� The look of surprise on his face was
worth taking a picture when he spun round and saw to whom the hand belonged to.
There, in the flesh, was his mate! He may not remember how it truly looked
like, but he could never forget the pair of greenish-aquamarine eyes that pierced
through his heart and soul and captured him in its mercy.
�� You!�
Tristan exclaimed before it muffled his mouth with one hand and shoved him in
and shut the door behind them with the other.
�� Nice
to see you again, Soldier,� his mate grinned as it released its hold on him
and smiled mischievously.
�� You fucker!
I got a bone to pick with you!� Tristan was about to grab him but his mate had
the upper hand.
�� Why
don�t you relieve yourself first, Soldier? You don�t want to soil your pants,
do you?�
�� And you�re coming in here with me,
why?�
�� It�s
not that I have not seen you bare before,� his
mate, without warning, reached down and pulled down both his pants and
underwear with one swipe. Tristan couldn�t control the blush that was
overflowing his face into crimson as his mate settled him down onto the toilet
bowl.
�� You�You fucking pervert!�
�� There,
there now, Soldier, that�s not the way to talk to the father of your child that
way. Now hurry up and relieve yourself, or do you want me to help you with
that?�
�� P�Pervert�� Tristan growled as he
peed, unable to hold it back any longer. As he did his business, he took a good
look at his mate, who was looking back at him in earnest at the way he peed. It
was sporting a sort of sleeveless, button-less dark red vest and a long piece
of loincloth that looked like those worn by Red Indians. It had a few tattoos
here and there but the ones that caught his interest was the one under its left
eye the shape of an upside-down triangle. Unlike the so-called Dark-Skinned and
Light-Skinned Whisperers Solomon taught them in the lecture, it had almost
human-tan skin, and its long dark hair tied in a ponytail with its bangs
dangling lazily above its eyes looked almost as fashionable as a human would
do.
�� I
suppose the phrase �take a picture, it�ll last longer� would suffice to you,�
his mate grinned after Tristan finished doing his business.
�� Don�t be so full of yourself,
fucker!� Tristan growled, scowling. �How come you can speak Human Tongue? I
thought you weirdo-s have a hard time communicating with us.�
�� I�m
a Halfling, and I�m one of Lord Seth�s middlemen. I have to learn the Human
Tongue, although being a Halfling makes learning Human Tongue easier.�
�� Tristan huffed at its reply, and was
about to get up from the toilet seat to put on his pants when his mate suddenly
reached over to push him back down. He scowled even harder, giving his mate a
death glare.
�� What the fuck are
you doing, bastard?�
�� I
do have a name, you know,� his mate replied, its tone a little upset. �The name�s Duke Devlin, courtesy from my
human �mother�.�
�� I don�t give a fuck what your name
is!� Tristan exclaimed. �And I don�t care if you�re a Halfling or not! Get your
fucking hands off me!�
�� Please.
You don�t want to hurt our pup now, do you?�
�� I don�t fucking care. It�s not like
I love you or anything. Why should I keep your kid?�
�� Really?� Duke raised a skeptical
eyebrow, then smirked and reached over to Tristan�s left chest pocket, fishing
out a red piece of cloth. �Then why do
you carry my headband around with you?�
�� I�� Tristan blushed for a moment
before looking away indignantly, replying, �I�m just keeping it so that I can
give it back to you during the delivery day. Well, since you�re here, you can
keep it!�
�� Admit
it, my little Soldier. You fancy me, do you not?�
�� I said don�t be so full of
yourself�!�
�� Before Tristan could say more, a
pair of moist, warm lips pursed his shut, stopping whatever obscenities he plan
to spout out of them. Its kisses were firm but soft and tender at the same
time, and the way its hands stroked his hair and cheeks, and the way they
settled on his still-flat belly as it purred and rubbed its fingers on it
gently immediately sent Tristan back to the day they consummated the ancestral
deal. The tenderness, the carefulness, the sweet soft nothings, the
love�everything began to return to Tristan�s body and soul as if it had only
happened yesterday. Tristan tried to resist it and tried to fight back the
tears that threatened to fall out of his eyes, even tried to steel himself back
to the bad-ass, foul-mouthed tough guy he had always been, but everything just
melted away like ice under fire as Duke knelt before him and wrapped its arms
and wings around him, continuing to lay butterfly kisses all over Tristan
swelling lips.
�� Stop�Stop it�!� Tristan spoke in a
choked-up voice. �Stop being so nice to me, goddammit..!�
�� You�re
my mate, and the �mother� of my pup. It is my pleasure and honour
to be nice to you.�
�� Why�? Why are you doing this to
me�? Why are you so nice to me�? After all I�ve done to you that night�why�?�
�� Is
that not obvious to you, my little Soldier love?�
�� At upon hearing those words coming
out of Duke�s mouth, Tristan finally broke into a million pieces within and let
his tears flow freely like a baby. In a way, he felt relieved that he could
finally let go. Keeping up a hard fa�ade was hard, and convincing himself over
and over again that he was not in any way into his mate even though his fingers
would occasionally betray him and stroke the cut headband he kept stashed in
his chest pocket any chance he got was making him ache more and more worse
inside. He could never expect anyone to treat him as nice as Duke was doing
because he had a reputation of no lovie-dovie mushy
stuff and can take in as much as he could dish out, so he never got the chance
to break down and cry heartily like he did the morning after the ritual. Now
that Duke had him in its arms and being all sweet and tender and all that
whatnot, he could finally loosen the hard exterior fa�ade and become the softie
he often was when he was with his cuddly toys or little kittens and puppies.
�� Are you alright in there, Tristan?�
�� Tristan quickly forced himself to
stop sobbing as he heard Yugi and Ryou�s
worried voices outside his cubicle. Duke put a finger on its lips, telling him
not to blow its cover.
�� Y�Yeah, I�m OK, guys.�
�� What�s taking you so long? Are you
sick again?�
�� Geez,
guys, what�s a guy gotta do to take a dump peacefully
here?� Tristan quickly made up an excuse, pretending to be annoyed. �Unless you
wanna come in and help me wipe my ass!�
�� W-ell�OK, Tristan, as long as you�re alright,� he could hear Ryou�s
voice of disgust at the thought of helping him to wipe his crap-covered butt.
�We�re just checking on you, is all. Your parents were
a little worried.�
�� Tell them don�t be. I�m fine.�
�� Tristan and Duke waited until their
footsteps left the bathroom before heaving a sigh of relief. Tristan punched
lightly at Duke�s chest, scowling again.
�� You�re lucky I�m good at
bullshitting.�
�� Duke gave him a grateful smile
before picking him up and leaning over to kiss him again. This time, Tristan
didn�t resist. Their tongues fought for dominance as they French-kissed like it
was nobody�s business. While they snogged
each other senseless, Duke�s free hand crept down to fondle Tristan�s
�womanhood�. Tristan widened his eyes and wanted to back away at first, but
Duke�s firm hold around his waist restricted him.
�� Wait�We can�t�everyone�s waiting
for me��
�� Let
me make it up to you for that rough treatment last time.�
�� Tristan bit his lip to keep his
moans from escaping as Duke�s skillful fingers rubbed, pinched and massaged his
clit, get him wet in no time. With one arm still around Tristan�s waist and its
lips continuing to give him soft pecks around his face, Duke finger-fucked him
gently, entering one finger after another until three of its finger were pounding
deeper into him. Tristan gripped hard at Duke�s ponytail and vest, his face
buried onto its shoulder, his muffled voice echoing in the bathroom.
�� P-P-Please�D-D-Duke�No�T-They�re
waiting for m-me�� Tristan stammered, tear droplets
stung in his eyes, his breathing erratic.
�� Oh?
So you wish me to stop?� Duke asked teasingly, stopping its thrusts but
instead wriggled its fingers inside him.
�� F-F-Fucking
p-p-pervert! Hurry up�and m-m-make�me c-cum!�
�� Your
wish is my command, dear little Soldier.�
�� With that, Duke leaned Tristan
against the door while cradling his head with one hand and started
finger-fucking him again, this time in full force. Tristan clamped his mouth
shut to muffle the groans and moans that were getting more and more intense. He
knew he was close; the familiar tightening of his abdomen was driving him nuts.
A few more thrusts sent Tristan off the edge and he let out a suppressed silent
scream as he came violently. Again, Duke held him in its embrace to help him
ride out the orgasm and sucked its mate�s juice off its fingers.
�� Delicious.�
�� P-Pervert�You might as well fuck me
while you�re at it.�
�� Sorry,
I�m afraid I can�t do that. It might harm our pup.�
�� Tristan felt a bulge pressing against
his abdomen and didn�t need to think twice to know what�s going on below, �You�re
hard.�
�� It�s
alright.�
�� Does it hurt?�
�� I�m
fine. Make hast with your cleaning and go back to your party. I�m sure they�ll
be waiting for you.�
�� After finally calming down from the
orgasm, Tristan reluctantly let go and cleaned himself up. While wearing his
pants, he blushed and muttered without looking directly at Duke, �If�it�s OK
with you�we can finish this�back home�after the party��
�� Huh?�
Duke was surprised to hear those words coming out of its mate who was all tough
and no nonsense.
�� I�m not gonna
repeat what I�ve just said!� Tristan grumbled as he reached his hand for the
door latch. �You in or not?�
�� Duke stared at Tristan for a while,
weighing out the options, before smiling and said, �I�ll see you tonight then, my little Soldier love.�
�� You better not be late, or I�ll knock
the fucking socks off you!�
�� As Tristan walked hurriedly back to
the booked room where everyone was (brushing away all questions of him having
constipation or whatnot), his heart secretly longed for the party to end and
excitedly anticipated tonight�s rendezvous.

A/N: Whatever Tristan is gonna do
with Duke later that night is up to your imagination! LOL! I know, I�m evil,
but that�s how it goes. Reviews plz!
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