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It Comes Around	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, everything concerning the plot of
this story, I made up. Seth was not a foreigner, he was Atem's cousin. I have
no flipping idea how they all died, but this wasn't it. I don't even know that
Marik, Tristan, Duke, or Joey had past lives in Ancient Egypt (though I
think it probable that at least Joey did). I know that Yugi and Ryou
didn't have separate bodies as I say they did. Don't use this as a source for
any kind of information whatsoever. I barely know anything about Egypt, so don't
even take me at my word on any of the incidental info. Basically, I just took
Kazuki Takahashi's characters and screwed them up and over royally.

All future pairings: Joey/Duke, Joey/Seto, Joey/Tristan, Joey/Tristan/Duke,
Joey/Tristan/Duke/Seto, Marik/Ryou, Tristan/Duke, Bakura/Ryou, Bakura/Marik,
Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik/Ryou,
Malik/Bakura/Marik, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Marik/Seto,
Marik/Bakura/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou/Seto, Yami/Seto, Yami/Yugi, Ryou/
Seto, and maybe more, like Tristan/Seto or Duke/Seto. That's currently
undecided.

It Comes Around

CHAPTER SIX

Warnings: Lemon, Lime (Solo), Minor

Pairings: Joey/Tristan/Duke

~*~

Joey and Tristan met on their way to school and walked
hand in hand, talking quietly.

"Do we wanna let anyone else know?" Joey asked
when there were about half a block from the school. "Or do we wanna hide
it?"

Tristan looked at the school for a moment, considering, then grinned slightly. "What the hell - fuck it. Let 'em think what they want. I don't care if the
whole world knows that I love you." Joey smiled, and they walked into
the schoolyard, still holding hands. A few people noticed them and looked at
them, soon giving them quite a little audience. Just to make sure everybody
knew what they were looking at, Joey kissed him in the middle of the
schoolyard.

"Ahem..." They broke it off to look at a teacher
standing in front of them with his arms crossed. "That looks like PDA to
me, gentlemen. You know the school policy on that."

"Yes sir," they said obediently. He walked away.
Tristan appreciated his attempt to be open-minded and not say anything about
the fact that they were both guys.

Joey, on the other hand, stuck his tongue out at the
teacher's back and kissed Tristan again. Tristan playfully pushed him away.
"Let's try not to get into trouble, okay?" he said. "I'd
prefer my parents not find out in a phone call from the school before
I tell them."

Joey stuck out his bottom lip as though he were pouting,
then laughed, really for no reason. He noticed that one of the people openly
watching them was Seto Kaiba; he blew him a kiss as the bell rang and they
moved toward the building. The brunet expressionlessly turned away.

As they walked into class there were two people glaring at
them: Kaiba and Duke. They didn't notice either set of eyes glued to them,
completely lost in each other.

Duke glared at them completely out of sadness that he
disguised as anger. If they were together, that meant that he couldn't be
with either of them. He felt like he was on the outside looking in at
something he should have been a part of, and it made him feel a little hollow
to see it.

~*~

Yami was surprised to awaken and find Yugi in his arms,
but didn't question it, deciding to just enjoy it while he had the chance. He
was less thrilled, however, to find that it was nearly nine o'clock.

"Wake up, aibou," he whispered softly. Yugi
stirred and tightened his arms around Yami. The spirit smiled and rubbed his
back with one hand. "Come on, Yugi. Time to get up."

Yugi stirred once more. "Don' wanna..." he
muttered. "You're comfy, yami..."

Yami smiled slightly. "I believe you, Yugi, but -
" and he gave in to the urge to kiss his hikari's forehead, "you're
late for school."

Yugi shrugged, but opened his eyes. He saw Yami and
sighed, pulling him closer. Yami smiled.

"Did you have a bad dream last night?" he asked, one hand on Yugi's hair.

Yugi shook his head. "Good dream. Memory. I love you
so much, yami..."

He kissed his forehead again. "I love you too, Yugi.
Does this mean you plan on skipping school today?"

Yugi shrugged, then sighed and opened his eyes.
"No," he said. "I'm going." He let Yami go and rolled out
of bed. He looked back at his dark. "You don't, ah, mind, do you, Yami?"

Yami sat up and smiled. "Why would I mind, aibou? You
can sleep in my bed any time you want."

Yugi blushed slightly, and while Yami hadn't intended any
innuendo, it was cute enough that he let it continue. He asked a question of
his own. "Does this mean I can kiss you now?"

His little angel smiled. "Uh-huh." He sat down
on Yami's lap and kissed him, to prove it.

Yami wrapped his arms around his light. "You do know
that you're never going to get to school this way, don't you?"

His hikari shrugged. "So? I kind of like this better.
I could just sit on your lap all day."

Yami was afraid he meant it. However, having Yugi
sit on his lap was rapidly making it so that his aibou's seat would soon be
rather uncomfortable. He wanted Yugi so much right now, but he knew his Light
wasn't ready for the kinds of things he wanted to do, no mater what dreams he
was having.

Instead of throwing him to the bed, then, and ravaging him
senseless, he gently lifted Yugi from his lap and set his feet on the floor.
"Time for you to go, little one. My lap will still be here when you
return." 'And hopefully a little less pointy...' he thought.

Yugi sighed. "I suppose so." Yami sat back
against the wall with his legs drawn up to hide his still-growing erection.
Yugi started to pull off his shirt to change for school, then
looked back at his dark. "No peeking," he said primly.

Yami obediently closed his eyes. "Of course."
And of course he let his eyes slip open just a little so that he could peek
as his beautiful little one quickly got undressed and changed into his school
uniform. Watching that was doing absolutely nothing to help the problem in
his pants, however, and he barely stifled a groan as his pants became tighter
still. 'Stupid pharaoh...' he thought. 'That's what you get for
peeking...'

"Okay," Yugi said, turning back. "You can
look now." Yami opened his eyes the rest of the way and smiled at him,
giving no sign of his discomfort. It was really his fault anyway.

"Adorable," said Yami. Yugi grinned, and headed
for the door with his bag.

"I'll see you tonight, Yami," he said, and took
off. Yami waited until he was sure he was gone, then sighed and slid down the
wall, his legs falling apart. Cold shower. Now.

Freed from his pants, his erection sprang fully to life in
the shower, and the icy water did nothing to calm it. He gave in and began to
stroke himself, to relieve the pressure. He thrust into his hand, wishing it
were Yugi around his member instead. With a low shuddering moan, he released,
then sighed against the wall. Somewhere his gods
were laughing at him. He was sure of it. The great pharaoh, humbled by his
little lover, sunk to masturbation in the shower because Yugi wasn't ready
for him - and just as he was regaining his memory so that he could remember
what they used to do... It was a cruel joke.

He sighed and turned off the shower, to spend the day
thinking of his hikari.

~*~

Yugi made it to school near the end of his second class.
He walked in and quietly sat down, noticing Joey and Tristan continually
looking at each other. He also noticed Duke and Kaiba staring at them in
exactly the same way, and that made him think.

He also noticed that Ryou was back in school. He had what
remained of a bad bruise on his face. He kept glancing skittishly over at
Marik on the other side of Yugi. Every time Marik would look at him, though,
he hurriedly glanced away.

In their third class, Marik started writing notes to Ryou,
since he wouldn't talk to him. He passed it to Yugi for him to pass along.

'What happened?' Ryou read. He hurriedly scribbled
back.

'I'm okay. He didn't kill me, like I thought he would.'

'I thought he'd kill me. Both of us.'

'I begged him not to kill you, because I knew Malik
would kill him. I don't know why he didn't kill me.'

'I'm sorry he hurt you.'

'It wasn't your fault.'

The notes stopped for a while before Marik wrote again.

'I love you.'

Ryou looked at him quickly, then crumpled up the note and
threw it away. Marik stared at him, but Ryou refused to look at him at all,
hunched over his desk and hiding his face. Marik wrote another note.

'Please look at me.'

Ryou looked up at him. Marik caught his eyes and held
them, and mouthed those same three words: 'I love you.' Ryou shook his head
quickly and looked away again.

'Why don't you want me to say that?'

'You can't love me. He'll kill you.'

'I do love you, though. I want to take you away from
him so that he can't ever hurt you again.'

'I belong to him.'

'You don't belong to anyone.'

Ryou just shook his head and refused to look at him again.

'I love him,' he wrote. 'I don't want to leave
him. Please don't make me.'

'So you don't love me.'

Ryou took fifteen minutes to finally write him back.

'I do love you. But I love him... differently. More, I
think.'

Marik's heart leapt to see that. Ryou did love him;
this was the first time they had ever told each other. He didn’t like Bakura's
hold over him, though. Bakura was sadistic and abusive... and Ryou loved him
more than his own life.

'You wouldn't leave your yami for me,' Ryou wrote
in a separate note following the first. Marik paused. He knew it was true; he
would never run away from Malik with Ryou.

'So the only way we can be together is if they don't
mind.'

'Maybe if they were together too, they wouldn't care so
homicidally...'

Marik read what Ryou had written and quickly looked up at
him. Then he motioned with his eyes toward Yugi. Ryou looked excited as he
realized what he meant, and Marik quickly wrote a note to Yugi.

'Yugi - Ryou and I need some of your aphrodisiac. Can
we have some, since you've obviously already used it?'

Yugi was about to pass it to Ryou, but Marik motioned for
him to read it. He looked it over, then looked up at them and simultaneously
shrugged and nodded. Marik beamed and looked at Ryou. The white-haired boy
looked better than he had since Yugi had seen him all day.

~*~

School was getting out. Tristan and Joey were together, of
course, as they started to walk to the arcade. They saw Duke very pointedly
walking away from them, though, and they by unspoken agreement followed him
without a word. They slowly caught up to him.

He spun to face them as they walked past an alley.
“What do you want?!” he yelled angrily, his fists clenched by his
sides. “Why don’t you just go home and fuck or something?!”
His deep green eyes were blazing as he glared at them, but there was also a
shimmer, as of unshed tears.

Joey suddenly kissed him, while Tristan put his hands on
his hips from behind, sandwiching him between them. After a shocked moment of
paralysis, while he tried to comprehend what was happening, he wrapped one
arm around Joey’s neck and entwined the fingers of his other hand with
those of Tristan’s on his hip. He felt so good, like this, as though
this were exactly where he was supposed to be. Tristan kissed his neck
lightly while Joey continued gently ravaging his mouth. This was exactly
where he wanted to be, for the rest of his life. He felt like everything was
right with the world and everything was exactly how it supposed to be.

He was breathing heavily, starved for oxygen, when Joey
finally let his lips go. “Now…” he said breathlessly.
“Why don’t we go home and fuck or something…?”

Joey grinned and stepped away from him. “Sounds like
a plan to me.” Tristan unexpectedly scooped Duke into his arms to carry
him. Duke uttered a startled laugh as his feet left the ground, instinctively
wrapping one arm around Tristan’s neck. The other hung down to grab
Joey’s fingers. He was the smallest and the lightest of them all;
Tristan was the biggest and the strongest. Between the two facts, Tristan
could carry him fairly easily.

“Where to?” he asked easily, looking into
Duke’s very-green eyes.

He smirked. “Let’s go back to my place.
I’m emancipated; no parents.”

Joey grinned as they started walking. “I think I
like this idea.”

Tristan looked thoughtful. “That reminds me; I still
have to tell my parents…”

Joey shrugged. “I don’t think my dad gives a
shit.” Duke leaned his head back in Tristan’s arms, and he kissed
him upside down. “He might care that I’m seeing two guys, I
guess,” he continued, “but that’s really none of his
business.”

Tristan shifted Duke’s comfortable weight in his
arms. “I haven’t felt this good since Egypt…” he murmured.

Duke leaned his head against Tristan’s. “Egypt…?”

“Yeah,” said Joey. “Haven’t you been
remembering anything?”

“I’ve been having dreams…” he said
slowly, thoughtfully. “Mostly of you two… That was real? Those
were memories, not just dreams?” He glanced to meet both of their eyes.

“Ya-huh,” Joey said
mildly.

“Exactly, Devin,” Tristan said, and kissed
him.

They reached Duke’s apartment, and Tristan had to
set him down so that he could unlock the door. The raven-haired beauty pulled
them both inside and kissed Tristan, slamming the door with his foot. He
pulled Joey closer, feeling the blond’s hand
on his waist, the other one presumably in contact with Tristan somewhere. He
pulled them both close to him, wanting to be in complete physical contact
with them both. He dimly realized that his clothes were in the way, and
theirs; his hands moved to rectify the situation of their own accord.

“Where’s your bedroom, Duke?” Joey
breathed in his ear. He groaned; it seemed so far away…

He broke the kiss with Tristan and swiftly pulled them
both back into the apartment, pushing the bedroom door open and hearing it
slam into the wall. He fell onto the bed with Tristan mostly on top of him.
Joey swiftly pulled off his own uniform jacket, and his shirt, then
Tristan’s as the brunet kissed Duke, kissing Tristan’s back and
shoulders and the back of his neck. Tristan’s hands ran up Duke’s
chest, pushing his shirt away. Duke did him a favor and removed it, finding himself still lying on top of his coat. Tristan kissed his
neck for a moment, then pulled Joey down beside Duke and supported himself
with one hand on either side of the two of them, looking down at them.

“Now,” he said, “this is what I like to
see. Two beautiful boys underneath me, just begging to be taken advantage
of…” He trailed off with a smile.

Joey snorted. “Get over yourself, Hon-da.”
Then he turned to Duke and kissed him, one hand on either side of his face,
Duke immediately kissed him back without hesitation, only vaguely considering
that this must be pretty hot for Tristan. Then they moved to kiss each
other’s necks, hands blindly exploring smooth upper bodies.

Then Duke felt Tristan behind him, beginning to kiss his
neck as well. Both of them began to pull at his pants, Joey unfastening them
as fast as he could. Together they pulled them off, leaving him naked before
them. He used one hand to open Joey’s pants and Tristan reached around
him to help him pull them off. Joey then turned his attention to
Tristan’s offending clothing as Duke turned his attention to Tristan.
Soon they were all naked, and he proceeded to worship Tristan’s strong
chest with kisses and feathery touches. He felt Joey behind him, one arm
draped possessively over the two of them. Then Joey kissed his shoulder and
he was forced the stop kissing Tristan as a wave of absolute pleasure rolled
through his body.

“Uh-huh,” Joey said, satisfaction evident in
his accented voice. “I thought I remembered.”

“Cruel little man,” Duke said, turning back to
kiss him. “Less talking.”

Joey obliged and began kissing him again. His hands were
busy elsewhere, however; he was occupied coating Tristan’s erection
with the lube he’d brought, stroking his hand slowly up and down his
length, while Tristan kissed Duke’s back and shoulders. One of the
brunet’s hands ran down Duke’s side. He caressed his buttock
lightly, then slowly slid his fingers between them,
gently inserting one into his tight entrance. Duke gasped slightly, but Joey
was there with his mouth to catch the gasp and distract him, smoothly
inserting his tongue into his waiting cavity. Duke played with him with his
talented tongue while Tristan slowly drew the finger in and out, nearly
making Duke moan. He slowly added another finger, and Duke pushed back
against him slightly, wanting more. Tristan was slow and gentle, and he
didn’t hurt him. Not yet, though Duke knew it would hurt some. He
really didn’t care; he wanted it.

He disengaged his mouth from Joey’s and kissed his
throat softly. “More, Hon-da…” he moaned quietly. Tristan kissed
his shoulder lightly, causing him to bite down lightly on Joey’s
collarbone, then gently added the third finger. He
still slowly slid them in and out of him, but he moved them too, spreading
them to stretch him out. Joey moved further up and Duke kissed his chest,
lightly playing with his nipples, rubbing and tweaking one with his fingers
while he gently worked the other with his mouth, then switching. Tristan’s
fingers were hardly even uncomfortable anymore.

“Are you ready?” Tristan asked in his ear,
kissing his neck.

Duke pulled away from Joey long enough to answer. “You
two always did talk too much. I’m more
than ready.”

He could almost feel Tristan smile. He pulled his fingers
away, slowly, and kissed his shoulder. Duke felt himself relax completely,
melting under his touches, and it was at that moment that Tristan entered him.
Joey ducked down and caught his lips, stifling a moan part of pain and part
of pleasure. His hands ran lovingly over his chest and stomach as Tristan
kissed his neck, until the pain dissipated and Tristan sensed that he could
go on. He slowly worked at burying himself in him, slowly thrusting deeper,
until Duke felt filled completely. Tristan was so gentle with him that there
was barely any pain, and he continued to kiss his neck and shoulder. Duke
twined the fingers of one hand with Tristan’s hand on his shoulder and
kissed Joey again.

“Move up,” he said to him. He remembered his
biggest claim to fame…

Joey apparently did too, because he moved up the bed until
he was half sitting up against the headboard. Duke leaned over Joey until he
was mostly on his stomach and Tristan was mostly on top of him, removing his
hand from Tristan’s. He lightly kissed the head of Joey’s
erection, then licked it, as Tristan slowly pulled
out of him to push back into him. He wasn’t even really doing anything
yet, and he could see Joey at his mercy as he made a small noise of pleasure in
his throat, making him smile. He slowly enveloped Joey in his warm mouth, as
Tristan pushed back into him again, both of them torturously slow. He let his
teeth graze along the sensitive skin as he slid his tongue around Joey’s
member. Then he drew back, matching Tristan’s rhythm. Joey made a noise
half moan and half groan.

“You know I have no patience for this, Devin…”

Duke didn’t reply, just took him back in, opening
his throat without hesitation and swallowing him whole. Joey moaned quietly;
Duke ran one hand up his leg, over the soft patch of blond hair, then began
to slowly knead his muscular stomach below the navel, that sensitive place
where it almost wasn’t the stomach any more, as he sucked at him, first
gently, then increasing the suction. Joey moaned for him again.

He was having difficulty not moaning himself as Tristan
increased his pace. Right now, with these two, he felt so complete… He
didn’t want it to end.

He raised his other hand to toy with Joey’s balls,
feeling them firm and full. Joey moaned again. Duke, pleased, rolled his
tongue along the underside of his member, and the blond came, arching his
back. Duke was careful not to swallow all of it as he slowly drew away from the
panting Joey, then arched his back gracefully and kissed Tristan, sharing
Joey’s essence with him. Tristan swallowed it and kissed him deeply and
thrust into him. Duke broke the kiss and hung his head, breathing heavily,
supporting himself on his arms. Tristan reached down to stroke his neglected
erection, and he groaned quietly. His climax was building hot and tight in
his stomach, and he pushed himself back onto Tristan’s deep thrusts.

Tristan thrust into him as he stroked him with his hand,
and Duke moaned and came, constricting around him as pleasure completely
overwhelmed his senses and body, and Tristan came with a groan. Duke
supported himself on weak arms, breathing heavily, as he felt Tristan pull
out of him. He barely stifled another moan, missing the feeling of having him
inside of him already.

Joey pulled him up, his own breathing finally returning to
normal, and kissed his forehead. “Best blowjob in the Upper Kingdom…”
he said breathlessly. Duke acted offended.

“Excuse me,” he said. “That’s the
best blowjob in all of Khemet. Upper Kingdom
my ass.”

“Mmm…” Tristan
said. “I like that too.”

Duke smiled and turned onto his back, lying with his head
on Joey’s lap, his legs on top of Tristan’s. He twined his
fingers with theirs.

“Will you two stay?” he asked. He just wanted
to lie here with them.

Tristan shook his head, and Duke felt unreasonably hurt. “I
can’t,” the brunet said, his free hand running through his
heavily-gelled hair. “I have to go home…” He didn’t
seem pleased by the prospect.

“Not me,” Joey said definitively. “The
later I go home, the better. Bastard probably won’t even notice.”

Duke kissed his hand lazily. “You should move in
with me.”
Joey laughed quietly, and Duke looked up at him with dark green eyes. “You
think I’m joking.”

“Yeah,” Joey said. “I can’t do
that.”

Tristan leaned over Duke to kiss Joey, then
leaned down to kiss him. “I’ll see you two later.” He slid
off the bed, his hand eventually sliding from Duke’s, and redressed. He
kissed them both once more before he left.

~*~

To Be Continued...
- 5
- 6
- 7
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