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Win the Game	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is for
Amber, who reviewed my ‘The Gaming Spirit’ and requested a Tristan/Joey/Duke ficlet before school started up again – and I don’t even like any of them particularly much, but I took it
as a challenge. Also, this is my first published threesome – I’ve written a
couple, but they are as yet untyped. ^^ I hope this
satisfies.

Win the Game
Pairing: Joey/Tristan/Duke
Disclaimer: Not mine - don't delete my story!
Warnings: M/M/M, Anal, technical ped, since they’re 16…
Summary: Duke reveals that he’s ‘confused’, and Joey and Tristan offer
to help him out.

“So who’s winnin’?” Joey asked, draping his arms over his friends’
shoulders, Tristan on his left, Duke on his right.

“So you mind?”
Duke asked, and shrugged him off. Meanwhile, his car exploded, and he threw
down the controller. “That’s it, Joe – That’s the third game you’ve made me
lose today! If you two are just going to gang up on me like this, I’m not even going to try! I might as well leave.”

“Hey, hold on, I
didn’t mean ta,” Joey said. “Sorry about that – I promise,
I’ll stay out of your way next time, ‘kay?”

The dark-haired
teen sat down again, pacified. “Fine. But I mean it – if you screw this up for
me one more time, I’m leaving.” Joey held his hands up in mock surrender and
backed away to sit on the couch and watch them. Soon their cars were screaming
around the track again, neck and neck.

“Come on, give
it up, pretty boy,” Tristan said, leaning wildly in the direction he was trying
to make the car go. He narrowly missed an old woman. “You got nothin’ on me.”

“You say,” said
Duke, leaning in the opposite direction as his car skidded. “Just stay out of
my way!”

Joey hit Duke on
the shoulder, and said, as though he had just remembered: “My name is Joey, not
Joe, Duke.”

Duke swore and
turned around and punched him as Tristan crossed the finish line, and his own
car flew off the edge of a bridge.

“That is IT,
Joseph – you are DEAD!”

“I told ya, my
name is Joey,” the blond
said, grabbing Duke’s wrists and holding them so that he couldn’t hit him
again. The slimmer boy struggled, but he couldn’t get
his arms free, and just glared icy death from his big green eyes. Tristan
grinned and sat back, watching them.

“I don’t care
what your name is, nobody makes me lose four games in
a row and gets away with it!” He valiantly yanked one hand free and slapped
him, making Tristan laugh – though whether at the oh-so-manly attack or at the
look of surprise on Joey’s face, it was impossible to determine.

“Nice one,” he
said. Joey glared lightly at him.

“If you’re not
gonna help, stay out of it,” he told him, struggling as Duke managed to get his
other hand free and tackled him to the ground.

“Hey, gettoff!” He tried to shove him away, but it wasn’t working. Tristan was just sitting back and laughing
at them. “I mean it, pansy, if ya don’t get offa me-“

“What did you
call me?!” Duke yelled, and angrily slammed his
shoulders down into the floor, making his head follow suit.

“Oh, come on, Dukey, are ya really gonna try
and tell me ya ain’t?” Joey
countered just as angrily, ignoring the pain in his head. “Ya
slapped me!”

Tristan
intervened and pulled them apart, lifting Duke bodily off Joey and holding him,
pinning his arms to his body, as Joey sat up, touching his fingers to a split
lip and looking in surprise at the blood.

“Let me GO,
Tristan!” Duke yelled, trying to break free. Tristan lifted him completely off
the ground and let him flail. “That jackass thinks I’m a fag! I’ll kick his
ass!”

“Everybody calm
down,” the tall brunet said, as Joey started to retort. “He didn’t mean it as
an insult, Duke, I promise. He was just saying.” He gingerly set Duke back on
the floor, relieved when he didn’t immediately try to
break away. “Joey, apologize.”

“No way, man.”

“How the hell do
you say something like that and not mean it as an insult?” Duke demanded, he
started struggling again, and Tristan held him tighter.

“He would have
been insulting himself – now cool it!”

Duke froze after
about half a second, and twisted his head around to look at Tristan. “You
mean-“

“Yeah, I do.
Now, will you not attack him if I let you go?”

Duke nodded
dumbly, and Tristan slowly released him. He needn’t
have worried; he just sat on the couch and looked at them, while Joey stood
there with his arms crossed, looking like he was trying to cover up
embarrassment with anger, and it wasn’t working very well.

“I didn’t know…”
Duke said. “I thought you were just trying to insult me…”

“Well, I
wasn’t,” Joey said, and sat on the floor, now looking, if possible, more
embarrassed. “Ya mean, you’re really not…?”

Duke colored,
but didn’t really answer the question.

“I thought I had
ya pegged…”

Tristan
inspected him. “If I’m wrong, don’t be insulted, okay? But I’d haveta say you were confused.”

Duke looked at
him quickly, but didn’t say anything. Tristan caught
the look and smiled a little. “Yeah, me too. Joey and I have been together for
almost a year.”

“Next week,”
Joey said, as though reminding him.

“Already?”
Tristan said thoughtfully, and Joey threw a handful of popcorn at him.

“Wow…” Duke said
quietly.

“I guess it must
be kind of hard to get used to,” Tristan agreed, but Duke shook his head.

“No, I was just
wondering how I could have missed it.”

It was his turn
to have popcorn flung in his direction.

“Hey, Joseph, you’re cleaning that up,” the brunet
said, and crossed his arms. “My mom doesn’t like finding popcorn all over the
living room, as you know, and I don’t want to clean up your mess again.”

“It’s Joey, I tell ya!”
the blond lunged at his newly-revealed lover and
started hitting him as Tristan tried to shield his head, laughing.

Duke had been sitting silently through this exchange, looking
pensive and withdrawn, and suddenly spoke up. “You’re right.”

“Right?” Joey
asked, freezing mid-punch with his hand suspended half a foot above Tristan’s
stomach.

“About me. I’m…
confused.”

“Oh.”

Tristan looked
briefly thoughtful, then spoke to Joey. “You know that
idea that I had?”

“The one I
thought was gross?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“You still think
it’s gross?”

Joey glanced at
Duke, which did not go unnoticed, then shook his head.
“Nah.”

“What are you
two talking about?” Duke asked, sitting up straighter, suddenly apprehensive.

“I had an idea
the other day…” Tristan began, sitting up and pushing Joey off
of him, Joey refused to slide all the way to the floor and just ended up
sitting on his lap.

“Tristan thought
it’d be fun to get another guy, from a bar or something, and bring him home
with us to have some fun,” Joey condensed. “I thought he was sick at the time.
I guess it mighta just been the idea of picking up
some guy from a bar.”

Duke did an
admirable impression of a fish drowning; that is, he gaped and opened and
closed his mouth a few times before he spoke. “You mean… you … me…?”

“If you want,”
Tristan said quickly. “If not, just forget about it.”

“No! I mean…”
Duke stammered a little, which Joey couldn’t help but
grin at. “I mean, I don’t want to just forget about it… I – I don’t know. I’m just a little…”

“That’s
alright,” Joey said. “Think about it a while.” He leaned back against Tristan,
making ht taller boy ‘oof’, and grabbed the
controller for the video game. Duke put his hand on the controller and pushed
it back down to the table, though, and shook his head.

“No, I don’t
want to think about it – I’m liable to run away if I do,” he said, and Joey
grinned.

“That mean ya accept?”

Duke nodded
jerkily, and Tristan smiled. “Hey, it’s okay – it’ll be okay, I promise. Joey’s
not that bad in the sack.” Joey
swatted him, and Tristan pushed him off his lap. “But we’d better get to my
room – my mom could come home, and that’d be… awkward. She doesn’t even know
about me and Joey yet.”

Duke blushed brilliantly just thinking about that, and Joey
snickered.

“That color goes
real well with your eyes, Dukey.”

“Duke,” he
muttered. “Not ‘Dukey’. Sounds like a Greenday album. Or surfer for crap.”

Joey grinned. “I
know. I love your name – Dukey.”

“Can we just
go?”

“Sure thing,”
Tristan said before Joey could answer, and pushed his boyfriend forward,
looking over his shoulder at Duke, who followed hesitantly. The brunet shut and
locked the door behind them, then tossed his red and black coat on his desk.
Joey started tossing his clothes into a pile on the floor, kicking his shoes
off and then burying them with his own green jacket, followed shortly by his
white tee shirt. Duke watched for a moment, all visible skin flushed bright
red, then hesitantly pulled off his own shirt and set it on the chair. He
realized he was going much slower than the other two when they were almost
simultaneously stripping off their underwear and he was still getting his tight
pants off, and blushed again as they sat on the bed.

“Nothing to be
embarrassed about,” Tristan said. “Just pretend you’re in gym class.”

“I don’t like
gym class.”

“Why?” Joey
asked. “Get turned on by the guys showering together?” Duke’s only answer was
to flush a little bit redder. “Don’t worry; me too. Just take it in stride, my
man – free show. Save money on porn just by thinking of your classmates.”

“That’s not
right,” Duke said, sitting hesitantly on the bed with them. He felt weird,
being naked with them, in Tristan’s bedroom… but the constant chatter was
helping, surprisingly enough, given the topic of conversation.

“Tell me you’ve
never let your mind wander while you were going to sleep,” the blond said. “I admit it.”

“Yeah,” he
muttered, still painfully embarrassed. “I guess… But you know who I’ve had
dreams about…?”

“Kaiba,” they
said together. He must have looked surprised, because they went on.

“Everybody
dreams about Kaiba.”

“All the girls
dream about him.”

“All the gay
guys dream about him.”

“Half the straight guys dream about him.”

“Everybody
dreams about Kaiba.”

“Why can’t anybody
ever dream about me?” Joey pouted. “Come on – I’m cute, I’m blond, I’ve got big
brown eyes. Perfect fantasy material. Why doesn’t anyone ever dream about me?”

“I dream about
you, Joey,” Tristan said, and leaned over to kiss him. Duke’s breath caught in
his throat; he almost whimpered as Joey lay down and Tristan followed him. He
had never seen anything so hot… He was just about instantly aroused, all that
bare skin, one of Joey’s legs drawn up and Tristan lying between them… God, Joey had nice legs.

“That’s sweet,” Joey said, when they finally stopped kissing after what
seemed like an eternity to Duke, who couldn’t breathe until they had. “Of
course, ya dream about Kaiba, too.”

“So do you.”

“Everybody
dreams about Kaiba.”

Tristan kissed
him again briefly, and Duke couldn’t breathe again. He
didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing that… or
that it could ever fail to get him hard.

Joey looked over
at Duke, who was flushed and breathing heavily already. He nodded in his
direction. “He’s gonna cum just from watchin’ us
kiss,” he said with a good-natured smile.

Tristan looked
over at him too, then smiled. Joey whispered something
in his ear, and he nodded. “Since you’ve never done this before, why don’t you
come over here…” He patted the bed beside him. “And I’ll show you what you’ve
been missing out on just by watching.”

Duke did as he was told, moving closer to Tristan, who sat up and let Joey
escape. Tristan kissed him, and even though he knew it was coming it surprised
him, mostly because he’d never been kissed before.
Even with all the girls who followed him around like groupies, he’d never really been interested in them, and he’d never
been confident enough to go after a guy…

It was electric.
He felt Tristan’s tongue against his lips and immediately opened them, wanting
the kind of kiss he’d just seen the two of them share.
He didn’t quite know what to do, but he followed the
other boy’s lead and hesitantly touched his tongue with his own, reveling in
the strange sensations and tastes. Tristan was neither unduly demanding nor too
slow, but just right. Duke didn’t even notice until
they stopped and he found himself lying on his back and panting that he needed
to breathe.

“That was good…”
he said breathlessly. Tristan smiled. “I should have done this sooner…”

“Yeah,” Tristan
said. “You really should have.”

Joey, who had
completely disappeared from Duke’s radar as soon as Tristan touched him,
abruptly resurfaced and kissed him lightly, surprising
him again. They he looked up at Tristan, and he could swear he saw a wink pass
between them.

“So how’s this
going to work?” he asked, looking up at them.

Tristan
shrugged. “We’ve only ever done this with the two of us, so we’re experimenting
too,” he said.

“But we’ve got
some ideas…” Joey said, with a mischievous smile that somehow managed to turn
Duke on even more. “First things – lube.” He brought out a tube from
who-knows-where, and Tristan grabbed it up, unscrewing the cap. Duke was
suddenly anxious again; he knew what that was for… and sure, he wanted this,
but he still wasn’t sure… it had to hurt, right?

“Don’t worry,”
Tristan said to him. “It doesn’t hurt much, and you’ll really enjoy it. I
promise.” Duke nodded hesitantly, taking his word for it, but still ever so
slightly uneasy. Joey had disappeared from his radar once again.

He felt a slick,
warm digit enter him, and tensed immediately. It wasn’t
enough to hurt yet, but it was uncomfortable, and it felt so strange… “Relax,”
Tristan said. “It’s easier if you do. It’s weird at first, but it gets good.”
He nodded, and tried to relax, like he said, but it wasn’t
easy to relax in his current position. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath,
trying not to think about it…

Which became harder once there was a second finger to ignore.
They really weren’t that uncomfortable, even – just
strange. He shifted a little to get more comfortable; Tristan added a third
finger and a kind of scissoring motion, spreading them apart to stretch him out. Okay… this wasn’t so bad…
After he got used to it, it was pretty okay. In fact,
he was actually getting impatient – ‘enough with the fingers!’ he wanted to
say, and save himself this torture – but he figured Tristan knew what he was
doing… and he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready for what he’d be asking for by
doing that.

Then Tristan
must have hit something, because he
felt the most intense rush of pleasure he’d ever felt,
and it seemed to go right to his groin. He groaned and couldn’t
quite manage to keep his eyes shut; they half-opened, just in time to see Tristan’s
grin above him. And then see that grin change into an
expression similar to the one it felt like he was wearing, his eyes fluttering
briefly closed and his breath catching for a moment. Duke suddenly realized
that Joey must be doing the same to Tristan as Tristan
was doing to him, and a painful spike of arousal shot into his cock at that
thought. Was Joey going to…? While Tristan…?

He groaned
again, and covered his face with both hands, feeling the feeling of needing
release, like, now. “God that’s hot,”
he murmured, and resisted, barely, the urge to touch himself. “Tristan, please,
now – I need…”

Tristan spread
his fingers apart again, then withdrew them and – incredibly – backed away.
Duke groaned again – they were just teasing him! Torturing him!

The brunet moved
away, to the side, and then Joey was there, and Joey
was suddenly inside him. It felt fantastic – almost painful, but not quite, and
so good! He heard a moan – was that
really him?

After a moment –
it could have been a second or an hour and Duke wouldn’t
have known the difference – Joey moved. The feeling made him actually cry out a
bit.

“You’re tight, Dukey…” he heard said quietly. “’S
nice…” He thrust in a little, experimentally – he was different from Tristan, already
smaller, and Tristan hadn’t felt this tight in a long
time… Duke made an encouraging sound of helpless pleasure, and he grinned. He thrust
once more, just to make Duke think this was all – then nodded to Tristan.

If Duke thought
that what Joey was doing was incredible, he almost went insane as Tristan
slowly lowered himself down, onto his erection, facing Joey. Duke gripped the
sheets and panted, trying to keep from screaming, managing to tone it down to a
very loud moan. He forced his eyes open just in time to see them kiss again,
and squeezed them shut to keep from exploding. Joey was in him, filling him up completely,
and Tristan was all around him, warm and slick and tight – they had planned
this, this was what Joey had been preparing him for.
This was insane. He wasn’t going to last two minutes,
not with both of them…

Tristan lifted
himself up a little, slowly, trying not to rush anything, though he was dying
just to slam himself down onto Duke. It wasn’t like it
had been very long for him or anything – just since yesterday – but he was a
teenaged boy. Enough said. But he still tried to
stretch it out, because he knew just how close Duke had to be.

“Go,” Duke said, almost like he was talking to his car on the
video game. “Go go go!”

Joey smiled at
Tristan and pushed into Duke again, and Tristan pushed himself down. Duke was
all but whimpering behind them, and that was so hot… Joey could help but speed
up, not with Duke’s reactions and his own natural horniness, and watching
Tristan do what he was doing… he accidentally slammed into Duke fairly hard, and the black-haired boy cried out.

“Oh, God, more!”

Tristan couldn’t suppress a grin and gave him what he asked for,
slamming himself down as hard as he dared. Duke made a noise that was almost a
scream, and the pace picked up noticeably. There wasn’t
much finesse to their movements, just hard and fast and barely not enough to
make him give up and cum every time. Joey took Tristan’s cock in his hand and
stroked it in time with his own movements, which in turn put Tristan into the
same rhythm with Duke. All three were breathing heavily very soon, Duke crying
out repeatedly.

Tristan leaned
forward and kissed Joey again as he brought himself down particularly hard,
burying Duke deep inside him. He didn’t know whether it was watching them kiss
like that or the feeling he got from what the brunet did, but Duke suddenly
snapped; he went taught and arched his back up to meet Tristan, releasing his
seed inside of him. At the same time, Joey tightened his grip on his member and
stroked quickly as he thrust in quickly, almost at his own peak. Tristan broke
the kiss, panting, and lifted himself slightly only to push himself down again,
hard, and then repeat. They both reached their respective climaxes while Duke
was still riding his wave of pleasure, Joey spilling his seed inside of Duke,
Tristan in Joey’s hand.

Tristan wearily
pulled himself off their dark-haired friend, and collapsed beside him, while
Joey rested where he was, his forehead on Duke’s shoulder, panting onto his
sweat-soaked skin. Tristan turned Duke’s head and kissed him, making the slimmer
boy moan.

“I need friends
like you…” he said breathlessly when Tristan released
him. He felt good, better than he probably ever had,
though he was sure he was going to limp tomorrow…

“Ya’ve got friends like us, pretty-boy,” Joey said, his
voice muffled by Duke’s shoulder. Duke had to smile.

They heard a
voice through the door, fairly clearly. Duke wondered if they’d
been heard as clearly on the other side…

“Tristan
Jonathan Taylor! Your popcorn is all over the living room again!”

Tristan groaned.
“Ma, that’s Joey’s!”

“Then tell him
to get out here and clean it up!”

“Jus’ a minute!”
Joey raised his head and yelled. Duke smiled slightly; he wished he had some
friends this good… friends that he’d had for so long
that their parents could yell at him for making a mess and no one would feel
awkward. The blond pushed himself up, groaning
wearily, and grabbed a handful of Kleenex to clean off his hand and dick, before
yanking his jeans on and pulling on his tee shirt to go out there. Duke noticed
as he slipped out the door that the shirt was inside out, but couldn’t think of a way to tell him that wouldn’t sound like
they’d been doing… exactly what they’d been doing, and let him go.

Tristan sighed. “Sometimes
I wonder how oblivious she could possibly be.”

Duke smiled. “Somehow,
I think not very,” he said, grabbing a bunch of Kleenex himself.

A/N: So, there
it be. Review, please? Even
if you think it’s horrible, or incredible mainstream
and mediocre… Flames welcome, anything is welcome. Didn’t
you just love that bit about everyone dreaming about Kaiba, though? You know I
just had to get him in here somewhere… XD
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