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First Things First: I know, this chapter took a little long to write, but I was writing some other things first, going to work and class. Anyway, we continue this short story Monday morning, Mokuba is now home and Seto Kaiba is back in school. Please review, and as soon as this story is done, which should be shortly, I�ll turn my attentions back to some other things, including the sequel to So In Love With Two, So In Love With You. I must warn everyone, that despite my greatest efforts, I couldn�t help adding some angst to this, although this chapter isn�t really angsty, in my opinion.

Disclaimer: If I owned it there would be more sex. Like the sex in this chapter.

Chapter 3: A Littlerifirifice

It was another manic Monday at Domino City High, now that Seto Kaiba was back at school things were returning almost back to normal. Sort of. Tristan sat at his lab station, waiting for Seto to finish speaking with his teacher. He hadn�t seen Seto since he had dropped him off at his house, and he really didn�t have much to say to him anyway. He was worried about Mokuba, and Yugi and Ryou had been worried about him, wondering why it was Tristan hadn�t come back to the hospital Saturday evening.

He couldn�t bare to tell anyone that he had been rejected, if one could call it that. He wasn�t sure what it should be called, all he knew was that it hurt, and he wanted no part of Seto. But that wasn�t as easy as he wished; after all, ignoring him would only bring more attention to the situation. The bottom line was, he never saw himself actually having a relationship with Seto Kaiba, the thought was silly.

Maybe the problem was, that he was going about the situation the wrong way, confusing love with lust. He admitted he did lust after the CEO, who wouldn�t, he was gorgeous, and despite a couple of friendly conversations, he didn�t know enough about him to really, truly be in love. That thought made Tristan feel a lot better. He�d be able to deal with Seto, he was sure of it. He just had to act casually. Of course lusting after him would be just as difficult as being in love with him, but thas ans another story.

�Okay, class, you can start your labs now, I�ll be grading your exams.� Seto glanced up at Tristan and sat across from him like he did every Monday when they had lab.

�How�s Mokuba?� Tristan asked, hoping to avoid any awkwardness.

�He�s doing a lot better now that he�s home. He�s still really sick, but the medication is working.�

�Yugi wanted me to ask you if it�s alright if we still stopped by now and then to check up on him.� Seto gave him a look.

�I suppose it�d be okay. Mokuba would appreciate it, I�m sure.� There was a moment of silence. �The worst of it is definitely over.�

�What about you? How are you feeling? I mean, after that incident Saturday.� Why did I just ask him that. I thought the point was not to bring it up?

�I�m fine. I think the sleep deprivation and poor eating habits caught up with me. I was emotionally drained; it had been a bad week. It�s okay now, though.� Seto gave him another look, he wasn�t sure what to make of it, but said nothing about it.

�I�m glad to hear it. So when do you go back to work?�

�I�m not going back. At least for a while anyway. I don�t like leaving him home all day.�

�Didn�t I say Yugi and me and the rest of us could stop by?�

�Tristan, I already told you that��

�I know what you already told me, Seto. It doesn�t need to be repeated, I just want you to think about what would have happened if we weren�t there Saturday morning when you collapsed.�

�I was in a hospital, Tristan, I would have managed. And secondly, I wouldn�t have vomited if I hadn�t eaten the food Yami and Yugi brought me.�

�You�re such an asshole. I can�t believe I spent time worrying about you� wondering how you would be able to deal with Mokuba�s illness� But what can I expect, you�ve always been like this�� Tristan trailed off, Seto was obviously startled by Tristan�s admission. What is it you�re trying to do? The guy made it quite clear he was turned off by Saturday�s conversation and you�re insisting on making it that much worsi> i> �Forget it, if you want to stay home from Kaiba Corp for six weeks that�s your deal.� Seto narrowed his eyes.

�Let me ask you something, Tristan, just why is it that you�re so concerned about me and what happens if I don�t go back to work?�

�I was worried, there wasn�t a specific reason.�

�No?� Seto was now confrontational. Seto hates me for lusting over him. �I thought you mentioned something about you caring for me? Or was that a fever induced delusion?�istaistan flushed, this was already shaping up to be a wonderful day. So Seto had remembered, of course he had, and worse he was calling him Seto, just in case the teen billionaire didn�t already get the hint.

Tristan didn�t get a chance to respond verbally, Seto was already talking again, �If you want to come by after school maybe a couple of days a week so I can stop by the office I guess I could tolerate it.� Tristan was turning purple. This was so weird. What in the world was Seto trying to do. �When are you free?�

�This week, um, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday.�

�Okay, then. Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday.� Tristan met Seto�s eyes, there was something different about them. He wasn�t sure what, but there was definitely something different about them.

�Okay.�

~.~

�Wait, this makes no sense, you�re going to go over there three days this week? So Seto can go to work? What are you trying to do? Don�t you see he�s obviously using your feelings towards him to his advantage?� Duke was furious, as was Joey.

Tristan had finally confessed what had happened on Saturday and his lunch table companions were beside themselves.

�I thought we thought Kaiba liked him back,� Yugi thought, putting his two cents in.

�Who the Hell knows, this has to be the stupidest thing you�ve ever done, Tris. I hope you�re aware of it.� was was so angry he wasn�t eating his lunch.

�I don�t like him anymore, at least not like that. I think I confused lust with love, that�s all. I�m going to the library. I�m not hungry.� Tristan stood up and left the cafeteria. Of course his friends were right, but it was too late for regrets now. What made me tell them?�

~.~

Tristan got to his Japanese Literature class a little late, anything to avoid seeing Seto again, but there he was sitting in his seat, that smug look on his face. Lust or love, whatever it was, it was driving him insane. Tristan slid into his chair-desk and hoped Seto wouldn�t say anything, but of course his hopes went unrealized:

�If I didn�t know any better I�d guess you were avoiding me.�

�What makes you think that, Kaiba?�

�Well, for one, re cre calling me Kaiba again. I thought you were calling me Seto? You did on Saturday afternoon, and this morning.�

�What is it you want me to say here? Seto, Kaiba, it�s all the same to me. Why are you trying to antagonize me?�

�Is that what you call it, Tristan? I was only making conversation.�

�Bullshit.�

�Such harsh language.�

Tristan gave Seto a nasty look. �What is it you want? Huh? What do you want me to say?�

�I was only trying to be polite and start a conversation with you, I figured it was the least I could do after you decided to sacrifice your afternoons to look after my brother.�

�You�re not trying to be polite, you�re trying to agitate me. Why, I�m not sure, but whatever the reason you�re doing a bang up job. Congratulations.� Seto gave him a look and sighed.

�I�m sorry if I�m upsetting you, Tristan. It won�t happen again.� What the fuck is wrong with this guy? I don�t understand him, he keeps bringing up Saturday, he�s told me in so many words that he knows I like him, and he�s instigating and making me angry. I don�t understand it, why woue doe do this? Unless he�s trying to anger me to the point that I don�t like him anymore� maybe that�s it, maybe he�s trying to spare my feelings, he�s trying to provoke me so I�ll give up my feelings towards him� Or am I reading too far into this�

�Tristan?� the teacher called for the third time.

�Huh?�

�Do you have a partner for the reading assignment or don�t you?�

�Tristan�s my partner,� Seto answered.

�Well then, can you please find somewhere in the classroom to work on this. It�s due at the end of class.� Seto gave the teacher a glare and scooted his seat next to Tristan�s.

�Thanks for that, I really appreciate it, Seto.� Tristan was smiling, the first smile Seto had seen since Saturday. Seto gave him a look and frowned. �You�re really not such a bad guy, you just have to learn to loosen up a little.�

�This is about as loosened up as I get, Tristan.� Tristan laughed. Seto narrowed his eyes. What�s with his change of attitude? I thought he was angry with me� �How was the rest of your weekend, Seto? Was it okay?�

�It was fine. Why are you wondering?�

�Because I care about you, that�s why, Silly.�

�You mean you care for me?� Seto�s voice was hostile.

�That too.� Tristan smiled as he watched Seto blush. Okay, so he had been right, and now it seemed they were playing a game of cat and mouse. Tristan�s next task was to figure out if the feeling was mutual, and Seto�s blush was adding credence to his suspicion that it was. But wait, I thought I decided this was purely lust? What the Hell� I�m so confused.

~.~

Is Tristan trying to play games with me? Is that his motivation? I was convinced he was upset with me. I should have never said I was sorry. las last thing I need in my life is this right now. This isn�t going to work, and I don�t want to take the time to realize that a month or two frow whw when someone winds up getting hurt. Tristan�s friends don�t like me, I don�t like them. We have nothing in common�

�Seto, what�s wrong, you look upset?� Mokuba lifted his eyebrows, the boy was eating ice cream and watching television, Seto was sitting on the edge of his bed after delivering the frozen dessert. �Is there something the matter?�

�No. I was just thinking. Are you sure you don�t mind me going to work tomorrow? I don�t want to be selfish about this.�

�Tristan�s really fun, we�ll be fine. You need to go back, I�m sure things are falling apart over there.�

�Yeah, probably.�

�Seto, can I ask you something?�

�What, Mokuba?�

�It�s about Tristan.� Seto sighed.

�What, Mokuba?� Seto already cringed at the thought of Mokuba asking him how he felt about the other brunet.

�How come he didn�t come back to the hospital Saturday night with you? How come you took him home?�

�He had been with us all day and night, Mokuba, he needed to spend time with his family.�

�Oh, I thought it was because vom vomited on him.� Seto smirked.

�That might have also had something to do with it.�

�Did you apologize to him?�

�No.�

�Why not?�

�Because it would have been bad manners to bring the incident up.� Seto gave his brother a decisive look. �Listen, Mokuba it�s late. Finish this ice cream so you can sleep.�

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Tristan wasn�t sure what to do about Seto. Maybe it was wrong of him to instigate,er aer all, he really didn�t know if Seto liked him or not. And even if he did, Mokuba was sick right now, and furthermore, where exactly would a relationship with Seto go. Nowhere, and just yesterday he had thought that this was really just lust in disguise. He didn�t know what to think. Joey and Duke didn�t like Seto Kaiba at all, and Yugi and Yami would probably be more than a little disappointed. In any case, Tristan decided it best that he let the whole thing drop. This was really a silly situation. Flirting with the CEO wasn�t making anything better, and the last thing he wanted was to upset him while Mokuba was in this condition.

Still, something did bother him. Was it that easy just to forget it? And what if Seto didn�t want to forget it. No, Seto didn�t want any part of it. Tristan still remembered the look on his face on Saturday. It was over. Whatever it was. It was ridiculous really. Duke and Joey had been right, evenSetoSeto wasn�t using Tristan�s little crush for his own purposes there was no way he could deny Seto was taking advantage of the situation.

Tristan put on his school clothes, intent on letting the whole thing be behind him. He felt better about it as he ate breakfast, and even better still by the time he saw Seto in their physics class. This was going to be fine.

~.~

Seto arrived home from work Tuesday night, exhausted and in pain. There were idiots to fire and people to yell at, and he had had a stressful, straining day. The morons at Kaiba Corp were lost without him, a thought that made him even angrier that he had been gone for nearly a week. He made his way up the stairs, wondering what Tristan and Mokuba had been doing all afternoon. Seto knocked on the door, Tristan telling him to enter.

Mokuba was asleep, Tristan was sitting on the other side of the bed, a book on his lap. �I thought I�d read him Moby , fi, figured I�d get him to go to sleep.� Seto checked his watch. He promised Tristan he�d be home by seven and it was well after ten.

�I�m sorry I�m late.�

�Not a problem.�

�What about your parents?�

�Not home. They work for a government agency, which takes up a lot of their time, between secret business trips and around the clock work. I�m actually not at liberty to discuss it.�

�Really, your parents are like spies or something?�

�Yeah, something like that.�

�That�s actually interesting.� Tristan flashed his fatal smile.

�It�s actually interesting you believed me.� Seto smirked. �Honestly, my mom�s a nurse and my dad�s a doctor, so they work weird shifts.�

�That really the truth or are you making that up too?�

�That�s for me to know and you to find out.� Another smile.

�In any case they�re not going to mind you�re not home at ten thirty on a school night?�

�No. They�re not.� Seto gave Tristan a smirk.

�Come on, I don�t want to wake the little guy up.� Tristan got up and followed Seto out of the room. �So besides boring my brother to sleep what else did you guys do?�

�Homework, Mokuba�s tutor was a Nazi. Then we watched some television and I put him to bed.�

�I�m no goo thi this, I feel like I should be paying you for your services.�

�Don�t be stupid, I�m not a babysitter.� Seto gave him a look and yawned involuntarily. He rolled his shoulder, wincing. �You okay?�

�What?�

�You made a face when you moved your shoulder, you okay?�

�Yeah. It�s stress. It�s been a long day, it�s not easy being Seto Kaiba all the time.� Seto stretched a little a new pain shooting up his spine, he was tense, and he needed a good soak in a scolding hot tub. Where had he put his heating pad?

He gave Tristan another look, after their conversations yesterday things had gotten back to normal, Tristan didn�t seem to be trying anything and Seto had given up the hostile treatment. He didn�t mind Tristan being around, but his back and shoulders were killing him, and he did want to take care of the problem. Didn�t they have school tomorrow, and why was Tristan looking at him like that? �Yes, Tristan?�

�You look sore. Anything I can help you with?�

�Not unless you�re a chiropractor.�

�Actually I took a massage therapy class over the summer. I could help you work out some of the knots.� Seto�s artic eyes were melting at the thought. �What do you say?�

�I don�t want to hold you up if you have to be getting home.�

�Nah, I�m in no rush to go home to an empty house. My parents aren�t getting home until tomorrow. Besides, I could use the practice.�

�Why, are you planning on becoming a massage therapist?� Tristan shook his head no. �Then what would be the motivation behind taking such a summer course?�

�It�s a great pick up line,� Tristan admitted, smiling seductively. Does he have any idea how hot he is, or is he completely clueless, Seto wondered. �Let me ease some of that tension, hum?�

�I don�t think that will be necessary, Tristan� I��

�Why are you so resistant, I�m only trying to be a friend.� Seto sighed. �Come, on, we need a flat surface, I guess we can use your bed, do you have any massage oil.�

�Probably not, listen, Tristan, I appreciate your continuing concern, but we have school in the morning and��

�You don�t want me to help you, Seto?� Tristan was in Seto�s doorway, lifting his eyebrows. �I�m only trying to help. Honest. You�re in pain.� Seto sighed again.

�Okay, but then I�m driving you home, it�s late. And we do have school tomorrow.�

�I know. Take off your t, It, I�ll go see if you have any lube.� Seto blushed and quickly looked away. Get your mind out of the trash, Seto. This isn�t sexual. Unless you make it that way. He�ll be gone in less than ten minutes.

�I could only find baby oil, I guess that will have to do. Next time I�ll bring my massage things, they�re wonderful. Why isn�t your shirt off, and why aren�t you lying on your stomach, Seto?� Seto took off his shirt.

�This what you�ve been hiding under your Italian suits all this time? Why didn�t you tell me you had a six-pack, Seto?� Seto looked at him incredulously. Was he making conversation or was he trying to seduce him? Tristan�s eyes were focusing on Seto�s abdominal region, obviously liking what they were seeing. Seto�s skin was flawless, a thin trail of hair ran from his belly button to just under his waistband, and his abs looked like leather stretched over rocks. He made no motion to hide the fact that he was studying him, and that made Seto more uncomfortable. �You should be wearing cut off shirts or something with abs like those.� This was a bad idea. . .

�Tristan��

�Take off your dress pants, I don�t want to get anything on them.� Seto was astonished, but did as he was asked. �I was right. I thought you were a boxer brief kind of guy.�

Seto tossed the pants across the room. �You spend time thinking about my underwear preferences, Tristan?� He couldn�t help but smirk.

�Not an abundant amount of time, only when I�m bored.� Tristan smiled again. What the fuck? This is ridiculous, he�s up to something.

�How often do you get bored enough to think about what�s underneath my clothes?�

�Once or twice a day.� Seto looked away. This wasn�t making any sense. This all had to be some ridiculous wet dream he was having. The thought that Tristan was making moves on him was ludicrous.

�Lay down, Seto. I don�t havl nil night.� Seto met his eyes. Tristan smirked. �You look more uncomfortable than before. I thought my shameless attempts of hitting on you would get you to lighten up. I think we�re going to have to work on getting you a sense of humor.�

�Maybe you should work on your material.� Seto rolled his eyes and walked over to his bed. He crawled on it and buried his head into the pillow.

�What could be funnier than the thought of ryinrying to seduce you?�

�Me trying to seduce you.� Tristan sneered in amusement.

�Actually, I don�t think that�d be funny, Seto. I think I�d enjoy you hitting on me.�

�Would you?�

�Yes.�

�I�ll have to remember that then, Tristan.�

�Okay enough of that, Seto. Try to relax.� Tristan drizzled some of the alcohol-based substance on the billionaire�s back and began kneading the tender flesh. Seto took deep breaths, Tristan�s fingers felt wonderful.

Tristan was diligent, workins sus surprisingly soft, but sturdy hands in all the right places. Tristan was more than a little impressed at the sight in front of him, Seto�s lightly muscled back flexed in response, obviously enjoying the treatment. Seto was already relaxing, so Tristan continued harder, working his palms up and down, but mainly rubbing Seto�s shoulders, which seemed to need the most attention.

�This feel okay, Seto?� Tristan whispered, focusing his ministrations on the area between Seto�s shoulders.

�Very good. You have magic fingers, Tristan. Your massage therapy class was obviously worth the effort.�

�Um, hum. So I�ve been told by various men.� Seto swallowed hard.

�Lovers or friends?�

�Lovers.�

�How many men have slept with you?�

�Hundreds.�

�I�d figure somewhere in that range. You look like you�d be a pretty good lay.� Tristan smiled again.

�Thank you, I�ll take that as a compliment.�

�You should. It�s not everyday I tell people I�d fuck them.�

�Oh would you?�

�Absolutely.� Tristan smiled again, budn�tdn�t respond. �So how long is this going to take, I do want to sleep before I go to school tomorrow.�

�Well, you�re definitely a lot looser,� Tristan teased.

�Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.� Tristan laughed. Seto wasn�t such a bad guy. Maybe they could even be friends when all of this was done� Seto rolled over and looked Tristan in the eyes.

�Yes, Seto.�

�This is probably going to come off as for, bu, but is it possible you could maybe continue what you were doing from the front. This entire area�� Seto rolled his neck and shoulders to accent his point, �is really bothering me tonight.�

�Of course.� Tristan smiled. �I just hope you don�t mind if I sit on top of you.� Before Seto had a chance to mind Tristan was straddling Seto�s midsection and leaning over him to continue his rub down.

�You know, Tristan, I don�t think mases ses generally sit on their clients while working on them.�

�Probably not, but I think they�re missing out.� Tristan poured more baby oil onto his fingers and warmed it in his hands before applying it to the boy trapped underneath him. He was enjoying himself to know end, and so was Seto who�s eyes were an incredibly deep shade of blue, and glazed over with something Tristan wasn�t quite sure he wanted to identify.

Tristan�s fingers felt so amazing Seto had to hold back a few moans. Of course each time Tristan worked Seto�s now hypersensitive flesh he rubbed himself against Seto�s growing appendage. He felt deliciously vulnerable, as Tristan continued working. After all, he was only in a pair of black boxer briefs, and Tristan was rubbing him in a very intimate way, even if the shorter brunet didn�t notice.

�This okay, Seto. Are you feeling better?�

�Yes, much.�

�So much tension in your neck, you really have been under a lot of stress.�

�Yes.�

�I�ll take thansionsion away, I promise.�

Tristan was doing a fabulous job. A little too fabulous. Eventually Seto did let out a little moan, and felt his face grow even warmer than it was before. This was getting to him, really getting to him, Tristan had to fell the bulge in his underwear. He had to know what he was doing.

�Stop, Tristan.� Seto opened his eyes and met Tristan�s gaze. �It�s getting late.� His tone was dark.

�I was juealleally getting started.�

�Yeah, well, I feel a lot better. I think I should drive you home now.� Tristan narrowed his eyes. Seto sat up with Tristan still securely on his lap.

�I thought you wanted me to make you feel better, Seto?�

�I did. But it�s not working anymore.�

�Why not? What changed, I thought you were just warming up to me? We were just laughing and joking and now you�re back to being an asshole all of a sudden��

�I�m uncomfortable, and when I get uncomfortable I tense up.�

�What�s making you so uncomfortable.� Seto gave Tristan an annoyed look. �You, sitting in my lap.�

�Oh, are you worried about this?� Tristan asked, pushing down on Seto�s erection with a dirty smile.

�Shit�don�t do that.�

�Don�t do what? This?� Tristan did it again, this time adding a little grinding movement to his actions. Seto moaned. He had been leaking pre-cum for at least five minutes, his cock was aching, and Tristan was teasing him. He would pay for�

�Seto, do you want me to take care of this too?� Tristan clutched Seto�s hard-on with one hand. Seto gave Tristan a surprised yelp. Tristan laughed and let Seto go. �I�m sorry, I just couldn�t resist, you should have seen the look on your��

Seto pushed Tristan backwards, Tristan landing on his back hard. �You�re going to regret this, Tristan,� Seto hissed, pressing himself on top of the stunned other.

�Get off of me, I was only joking�� Seto leaned in and cut off Tristan�s complaint with a kiss. Tristan was a little taken aback, but was already letting Seto�s tongue invade his mouth before he could really process what was happening. His little flirting had certainly received a result, a very nice result. Seto was pressing against him completely, dominating Tristan with a skill that startled the shorter teen. Tristan found himself moaning, and wanting more contact.

Seto seemed to get the idea subliminally, and ran his hand up Tristan�s shirt and tweaked a nipple, Tristan arched his back and moaned again. Seto�s mouth tasted wonderful, his aftershave smelled wonderful� he was hot, and moist and� he was stopping, Tristan opened his eyes in disappointment that their kiss had ended.

�Fuck, Seto�� Tristan caught his breath. Seto was leaning against the headboard, obviously as startled as he was.

�I did not mean to do that, Tristan. Let�s go, I�m driving you home.�

�You might not have meant to do that, but you certainly did.� Seto gave Tristan an annoyed look.

�This isn�t going to happen. We both know that, let�s just get out of here before this continues and we�re left with regrets.�

�What regrets? You want me, I want you. What�s wrong with acting out on it?�

�Tristan, you can�t be serious.�

�I�m only as serious as you were when you just kissed me just now.� Seto gave Tristan a look. Tristan took the incentive and leaned over, claiming Seto�s lips. Seto moaned, nearly immediately, has penis throbbing painfully in its confines. �Let me ask you something, Seto..� Tristan pulled away, Seto�s darkened eyes were now filled with ardor.

�What?�

�Do you want to have sex with me right now?�

�What?� Seto was angry and confused and very horny.

�Do you want to have sex with me right now? You heard me the first time. Don�t think about it; just answer the question, truthfully. Yes or no, Seto?�

�Yes.� Seto blushed, he had blurted it out so quickly, he tried to recover, �Tristan, no matter how hard you beg, or how hard I am, or�� Tristan found himself attached to Seto�s neck. Seto moaned. �Shit�Tristan�shit�.shit�shit.� That mouth on him, Seto was dying.

�Tristan.� Seto pushed him away a little. �What are we doing? What is this? Some kind of one night stand?�

�I don�t think so, I�m willing to fuck you Thursday night as well.� Seto�s face turned maroon. Tristan smiled. �Why does it always have to be about love? Seto, I�ve been doing a lot of thinking since Saturday. And I�m pretty sure these feelings I have for you are mainly lust driven. I suppose I like you as well, but I�m not in love with you, and I don�t think you�re the least bit in love with me, are you?�

Seto narrowed his eyes. �No. I�m not.�

�Then if we can make eacher her happy, and nobody gets hurt, what�s wrong with that?� Seto smirked a little, and leaned over, giving Tristan another kiss. When it ended Tristan continued, �I take it we have an arrangement?�

�Just as long as this doesn�t develop into someone catching feelings. You have to promise me you�re not going to come back three weeks from now, desperately in love with me.�

�Won�t happen, I can assure you.�

�In that case, I suppose this could work.� Seto pushed Tristan onto his back, and assaulted him with a new set of kisses. �I just took you as a sex with love kind of guy.�

�I do want love, eventually. Who doesn�t? But I�m still in high school, is it realistic to believe I�m going to find the love of my life right now, I just want to have fun, Seto. And I want to make you feel good, and take care of you, and help you relive some more of that stress.� Seto was completely aroused at Tristan�s bluntness. This evening was turning out better than Seto could have ever imagined.

�Take off your shirt, you have some catching up to do.� Tristan smiled, and sat up enough that he could undress. Seto let out satisfied murmur upon satisfied murmur. Tristan was absolutely gorgeous, that lightly tanned, muscular form in front of him had his cock pounding in his briefs. He wasn�t going to last very long, he could tell already.

�I take it you like what you see?�

�I�d like to see you without those boxers, take them off. Now.� Tristan smiled and did. This was strangely erotic, he of course had no intentions of sleeping with Seto when he came over to care for Mokuba after school earlier. But now that things had come to this he was definitely pleased. He could already hear what his friends would say if they found out what he was about to do, but who gave a flying fuck, it was his life, and he really did want this. What exactly was wrong with casual sex, nothing as far as he was concerned.

Seto was attacking him with delicious kisses, devouring his lips. �Gods, Seto�um�this is good. Take off those little black panties.�

�Shut up, Tristan.� Tristan sat up and yanked the boxer briefs off. Then he tackled Seto back onto the pillows. Seto moaned, as Tristan made his way back to his neck. �Um�baby�.shit� that�s�. shit�.enough�I�m so fucking hard, let�s just do it already.�

�What about foreplay?� Tristan asked, releasing his hold.

�Should have thought about that while you were trying to seduce me with that back rub.�

�At the time I didn�t realize the great Seto Kaiba was seducible.�

�Get on your back and spread your legs. Now.� Tristan smirked, and found the baby oil bottle, carelessly sitting on the other side of the bed. He handed it to Seto who shivered. Seto poured a dollop onto his fingers and jabbed at Tristan�s hole, Tristan smiling as he did.

He couldn�t believe he was doing this. On a school night no less. But Tristan was obviously willing, and Hell why was he so worried about this. Tristan didn�t love him, and he didn�t love Tristan. Of course he didn�t, he�

�What the hell, Seto. Come on, let�s go. You have me lying here, and I�m hard as a fucking metal pipe. If we�re going to do this let�s do it. Stop wasting my time.� Seto gave him a look. �If you don�t want to we can stop and pretend this didn�t happen.�

�Of course I want to, Tristan.� Seto began slapping baby oil onto his manhood. He had to think for a moment, before the lust completely clogged his mind. Tristan and him had no future together, what was wrwithwith the occasional fuck. He had never been in love when he had had sex before. And besides, he didn�t have time for love anyway. Even after Mokuba was back to being completely healthy he still had a business to run and school and�

Tristan touched the side of his face. �Seto, if my forwardness scared you a little I�m sorry. I just, I�m so horny. It�s been a while since I�ve gotten any. At least from something that�s not my fist. I�m not a slut, really, I just�.We don�t have to do this. I shouldn�t have taken advantage of you.� Tristan was serious, a look of concern written all over his face. He was pressuring Seto, the guy didn�t want him. Why was he pushing the issue�

�There�s nothing else I want more right now then to fuck your lights out, now lay down, shut up, and make sure your legs are as wide as they�re going to go.� Tristan flushed. And laid back down, he wrapped his arms around the underside of his knees, opening himself a little wider in that position.

Seto thrust intostanstan completely, filling Tristan up who cried out. �Did I hurt you?� Seto asked, waiting for Tristan�s face to return to its earlier cockiness.

�Just a little sudden. I told you it�s been a while, just give me a second.� Seto hovered over Tristan on shaky hands, was this the Tristan from Saturday? Was he the same Seto from Saturday? Why am I still thinking about this. Why can�t I just give him a random fuck and forget it� �I�m okay now, Seto.�

Tristan pushed against Seto. Seto moaned. That was it, the last of his doubt disappeared, he�d worry about the consequences of this late night romp some other time, that incredible heat surrounding him was overwhelming. He established a fairly steady pace. Tristan moaned in approval, Seto grabbed his dick, matching his hip�s movements stroke for stroke.

�Um, Gods, Seto� this is�shit�don�t stop�.�

�Tristan�baby�fuck��

Tristan moaned loudly. He was never dignified in bed, he was loud and wanton and slutty, and fuck it, who cared, Seto was pressing into his prostate at angles he didn�t know were possible. Seto increased his speed, pounding harder, Tristan moaning even louder. Seto was grunting like an animal in the throes of mating, he had lost it, completely lost it. Seto was thrusting into him so hard Tristan wasn�t sure if he was going to be able to sit up after they were done.

�You�re so tight, Tristan�I can�t�fuck� I�m going to come��

�Come, baby�it�s okay��

Tristan was thrusting back as Seto withdrew nearly all the way, he clamped his muscles around Seto�s member and pushed upward, the move sending a wave of incredible pleasure shooting through his body. �Shit, Tristan� where the Hell did you learn that?�

Tristan didn�t answer and did it again, closing his ass muscles around Seto and pushing up to meet him. The third time he did that pushed Seto over the edge and that was it. Seto saw a rainbow before the world turned snow white. He came hard, completely up Tristan�s butt, and collapsed, drained. It occurred to him that Tristan had yet to come, so he gathered his last bit of strength and pulled out of him, slinking his sweat laden body down so he could gather Tristan�s plump erection into his mouth.

�Um� Gods, Seto�shit.� Seto pushed himself completely down around the engorged meat, and started humming the Japanese National Anthem, teasingly. He licked and nipped and sucked and kissed and Tristan let go, his come hitting Seto�s willing tonsils, Seto sucking all around him as he swallowed Tristan�s seed.

�Gods, Baby�Seto, that was so good�um�.� Seto looked up into Tristan�s satisfied cinnamon eyes, popping Tristan�s wilting penis out of his mouth.

�It�s so late, Tristan. We have school.�

�Yeah, I know.� Tristan sat up, sore in all the right places, but pleasurably sore. Seto rolled his neck, he was sore as well, and tired.

�Maybe you could just crash here tonight, I mean, I have plenty of uniforms, you can just wear one of mine tomor you you have your book bag here, don�t you?�

�Yeah.� Tristan leaned against Seto and gave him a sloppy kiss. Seto smelled so masculine, like sex, and cum and cologne and if he wasn�t so tired he�d love to ride Seto again. �That burned like a bitch, Seto. But damn was that good.�

�It was good for me too, Tristan.� Tristan nuzzled against Seto�s neck, Seto�s heart fluttering. �Sleep, let�s just sleep.�

�Um hum, yeah. We�ll get properly cleaned up in the morning.� Tristan wrapped himself firmly around the other and they got settled on the pillows. �That was so fucking hot, Seto. Did I make you feel better, did I take care of you like I promised?�

�Yes, Baby. Sleep. It�s really late.� Seto sighed, softly. What had he done? This was completely wrong, on a million levels. But if it was so wrong how come it felt so perfect. Tristan fell asleep nearly immediately, Seto had worn him out in a wonderful way.

An hour later, Seto was still awake, Tristan was comfortably nestled on top of him, wrapped around him, and sleeping soundly. Tristan had wanted him, really wanted him, a thought that drove him wild. And Tristan just wanted the sex, no strings attached, an idea that had amazing possibilities. Hell, the possibilities were endless. Of course that didn�t change one nagging thought that lingered in the back of Seto Kaiba�s mind:

�I love you, Tristan�� Seto affirmed, closhis his eyes, and trying to sleep.

Author�s Endnotes: What an evil thing to do. So Tristan get�s over Seto, or at least realizes most of the feelings are lust, and Seto finds himself in love. What a mess. How long could such a thing go on? It�s okay to have a fuck buddy, as long as no one grows attached. But apparently somebody was pretty attached going in. I wasn�t planning on making this too angsty, but I think Seto�s got a lot to deal with in the next chapter, as does Tristan. Did Tristan push Seto into it? Or was he only doing it to make Seto feel better? Seto has a lot to worry about, Mokuba included, and sex certainly can clear the mind from all worries� But what will become of it? Questions without easy answers. Here�s something else to question, in the next chapter:

Yami�s crimson eyes were accusatory. He knew, he knew Tristan and Seto were exploring a sexual relationship, and he was not pleased at all. What would he do? What would he say? Tristan cringed, he could already hear the words. Yami would yell about Tristan letting himself be used in this way, he�d never believe him when he explained that this wasn�t forced. That Tristan really enjoyed being with Seto intimately, that Seto told him how much better he felt after he comforted him this way.

Yami finally broke the lingering silence, �Tristan, I�ve never known you to be selfish. Or to put your own desires in front of people�s feelings, that�s why you need to break this off with Kaiba. You need to end this with him, right now.�

�What?�

�Don�t act as if you didn�t realize Kaiba�s in love with you.�

�He is� I mean, he� he can�t be� he�s the one who told me that he didn�t want me catching feelings sometime down the road.�

�Tristan, just think about it, rationally. You can�t tell me the thought hasn�t crossed your mind. More than once.�

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