WARNING: TRISTAN X RYOU LEMON!!!!!!!!!! YAOI!

**I would like to thank everyone who reviewed this story and those who will review it. I want to do a Tristan x Ryou story in the future, so there will be a sequel to this story. When will it be out? I have no idea. When I get a good idea to go along with this story, I will do it!**

Sweet Conclusions

Yugi and Malik woke up the next morning and had a good breakfast. Joey had called Yami to let him know that Yugi was at his house and wanted to talk to him.

Yami arrived quickly. “Oh, my poor little hikari!” Yami exclaimed as he burst through the door.

Yugi stood up and held out his arms. “Yami, I’m sorry for running away from you.”

“I was so afraid for you, Yugi! I didn’t want you to get hurt!”

Yugi sat down and took Malik’s hand. “Yami, we want to talk to you.”

Malik watched as Yami sat on Yugi’s other side. “Yami, I know you care for Yugi. I love Yugi and I always have.”

Yami cocked his head to the side. “You…..love Yugi?”

Malik nodded.

Yugi nodded. “I love Malik, Yami. You may be my other half, but….I don’t feel for you the same way that I do for Malik. I want to be with Malik, Yami. I hope you understand.”

Yami’s bottom lip trembled. “You don’t…..care for me?”

Yugi grabbed Yami’s hand. “No, I do care for you, Yami. But you and Marik seem happy together, right?”

Yami shrugged. “Yeah, but…..you are my hikari, Yugi.”

“Just because we are hikari and yami, doesn’t mean we have to end up together. We don’t have to be a couple because we are Light and Dark. You enjoy your time with Marik, I know! He offers you something I can’t.”

Malik raised an eyebrow. “What? Hot freaky sex?”

Yugi rolled his eyes. “Well, that is part of it. I’m not into leather, chains, and whipped cream. But, Marik offers you something that I can’t, Yami. Malik offers me the love that you have a hard time giving me. I like you, Yami, but I do not LOVE you. Understand?”

Yami hung his head low and nodded. “Yes, Yugi. Why couldn’t you tell me before?”

“I tried, but you would never give me a chance to speak for myself. You heard what you wanted to hear. I am not a child! I am old enough to choose who I fall in love with and whom I want to associate with.”

Yami sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

“In fact, I want you to talk to Marik and tell him that Malik is staying with me and we want to be together. You both can do all the freaky things you guys want. We won’t stand in your way.”

Yami raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Yugi nodded. “As long as we can be together, Yami, you and Marik can do whatever you want with each other. Malik and I won’t stop you.”

Yami hugged Yugi. “I really do love Marik. I guess…I’m sorry I was such a jerk to you and Malik.”

“It’s okay, Yami.”

Yami raised an eyebrow. “Can I stay with Marik tonight?”

Yugi nodded enthusiastically. “You sure can, Yami!”

Yami squeezed Yugi and Marik. “Don’t bother waiting up for me, Yugi! I’ll stay at Marik’s home tonight! Bye!”

Yugi turned to Malik and brought the blond into his arms. “We have the whole Game Shop to ourselves tonight!”

Malik squealed happily and planted a quick, deep kiss on Yugi’s lips. “You’ve made me so happy, Yugi!”

Yugi snuggled into Malik’s chest. “I love you, Malik Ishtar.”

Malik smiled. “I love you, Yugi Motou.”

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Tristan was returning home from work when he picked up a rose, a box of chocolates, and some Chinese food. Tristan knew Ryou would enjoy the break from cooking.

Ryou had been living with him for the last six months. Tristan was diligent in taking care of Ryou’s physical scars. The white-haired boy needed a long time to heal from the injuries caused to his body by Seto. The physical scars took a long time to heal. It was the psychological scars that would take Ryou a long time to overcome.

Ryou had begged Tristan for the last six months to take him, but Tristan refused, not wanting to open Ryou’s injuries.

Tristan had often thought about Ryou. His deepest fantasy involved Ryou writhing beneath him as he took him slowly and gently. He could see Ryou’s face reflect the passion between them. He could hear Ryou moaning his name as their bodies rocked together in sensual rhythm.

The brunet could not count the showers where he dreamed about Ryou holding him and kissing every inch of his broad, muscular body. Tristan wanted Ryou. He needed Ryou. When he thought about Ryou’s lips on his skin, Tristan gave a shiver of anticipation.

He could imagine those soft lips trickling down his skin like the streams of water coursing down his wet, naked body.

Ryou invaded his every waking thought and every blessed dream. He touched himself when he was alone, thinking of the white-haired angel hovering above him.

He opened the door to the apartment and hid the food out of sight. “Ryou, I’m home, angel!”

Ryou skipped out of the kitchen, smiling. “Hello, Tris!”

Tris kneeled on one knee and held the chocolates and the rose in one hand. Tristan took Ryou’s delicate hand in his and kissed it.

“Ryou, I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. A single rose….for my heavenly angel.”

Ryou’s brown eyes filled with un-shed tears. His body began to tremble. “Tristan…..for me?” Ryou took the rose and smelled it.

“Tristan, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

Tristan kissed the hand again. “I wanted to, Ryou. I want to do this for you.”

Ryou took the chocolates and leaned down to kiss the brunet. “Tristan, you are so sweet! Whatever did I do to deserve such gifts?”

Tristan cupped Ryou’s cheek in his hand. “You didn’t do anything to deserve this, Ryou. I wanted to do this for you to show you how much meaning you give to my life.”

A family entered the hallway and the father and mother covered their young children’s eyes to prevent them from seeing Tristan on his knees in front of Ryou. “Such defiant behavior!” The woman gasped quietly. “Don’t look at those two, children! They are wicked!”

Tristan and Ryou watched them pass and they rolled their eyes. Tristan rose to his feet and picked up the bag of Chinese food.

“You don’t have to cook tonight, Ryou! I brought us some Chinese food!”

Ryou’s eyes lit up. “Eggrolls???”

Tristan nodded. “Two. All for you!”

Ryou wrapped his arms around Tristan’s chest. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Tristan unpacked the food while Ryou put the rose in a vase. The flower on the table added a little bit of a romantic flair. Tristan placed a pillar candle on the table and lit it.

Ryou poured his Wonton Soup into a bowl. He took a sip of the broth. “This is excellent, Tris!”

Tristan nodded. “Yup. I tried the restaurant down the street that you really like. Their Wonton Soup is kick-ass!”

Ryou snickered. “You’re so funny, Tris! Their eggrolls are the best, though.”

Tristan watched as Ryou bit into the eggroll slowly. A tiny amount of liquid slid down his chin. The brunet watched in amazement as Ryou started licking his fingers of the liquid and the contents of the eggroll. The white-haired boy started licking his lips as he ate. Tristan’s eyes grew wide as they were fixed on the boy on the other side of the table.

It became clear to Tristan that certain parts of his clothing were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Ryou wiped the corners of his mouth with his finger and wiped his hands on a napkin.

‘Oh my god! Everything he does is sexy!’ Tristan thought. He could envision Ryou’s tongue on him. He could feel every inch of his skin heat up at the thought of Ryou licking and lapping at him. Tristan could see himself burying his fingers in the tuft of white hair.

“Tris? Tristan? Aren’t you hungry?”

Tristan shook his head and abandoned his reverie. “Yeah…Sure…I’m okay.” The brunet quickly ate his Chicken Chow Mein and his Wonton Soup.

When he was done, he waited for Ryou to finish, completely enthralled with the motions of the angel at the other end of the table.

Ryou finished and they went out to the living room to watch television for a while. Before it was time to bed, Ryou told Tristan he wanted to take a shower.

“Alright, love. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”

Ryou smiled. “Okay. Love you.”

Tristan kissed him. “Love you, too, angel.”

Tristan turned off the television and locked the apartment door before heading to the bedroom. Tristan was thanking everything on heaven and earth that he could get his pants off. He slipped under the covers, trying to calm himself down.

Tristan heard the water in the bathroom running and he closed his eyes.

Tristan’s POV

Gods, I want him! I want nothing more than to make love to him! But, I can’t. Ryou told me what he went through being with Bandit Keith. He had told me what he endured living under Seto’s roof.

I was the last one to take Ryou.

I hurt him, too, when I did. If I had known it was him, I would not have hurt him. I tried not to hurt him.

A part of me wanted to lay him down on this bed, and make love to him the way he deserves. Another part of me wanted to throw him down and make hot, wild, passionate love to him.

That would accomplish nothing, though.

I’ve wanted to take Ryou for so long, but I can’t be the one to make the first move. I don’t want to scare him. He will have to make the first move.

Ryou’s POV

A hot shower…..one of life’s simple pleasures! A hot shower makes everything better. Although, a hot shower can’t take away what I feel.

I want Tristan. I’ve wanted him ever since I found out he loved me. But he hasn’t taken me for fear of causing me pain.

I love Tristan.

Tonight….I should show Tristan how I feel. Tonight, I don’t want him to say no. I want him to say yes to making love with me.

I can’t hold back what I feel for him anymore.

We need each other.

I quickly finish my shower and dry myself off. I put fresh deodorant on me and brushed my white hair.

Normal POV

Ryou walked into the bedroom, naked, his white hair slightly damp. Tristan watched Ryou as he entered with a smile.

“Angel,” Tristan whispered.

Ryou slipped into bed and rested his head against Tristan’s. Tristan took a deep breath, smelling Ryou’s blueberry shampoo.

Ryou nuzzled his cheek into Tristan’s chest. “Tristan? Do you think….we’re wicked? You know, like that woman says?”

Tristan rolled his eyes and gathered Ryou closer to him. “Ryou, those kinds of people can kiss my ass. Ryou, I love you, and nothing else matters to me.”

Ryou looked up into Tristan’s brown eyes. “Tristan? I love you, too, and nothing else matters besides you. I need to know, Tristan. Do you want me?”

Tristan nodded. “I do, Ryou, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

Ryou cupped Tristan’s face in his hand. “Tristan, I really need you tonight. I need you to make love to me.”

“Ryou…..I want you to make love to me, too, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

Ryou leaned up, kissing Tristan’s lips gently. “Please, Tristan,” Ryou whispered. “I need you to make love to me.”

Tristan looked over at the white-haired boy. “I need you, Ryou. But, I want you to take me, Ryou.”

Ryou leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Tristan’s lips. The delicate hands brushed across Tristan’s broad chest, exploring the ridges of his love’s body.

Their tongues rolled around each other, stroking and lapping at each other. Ryou kissed across Tristan’s jawbone and down the side of his neck. Ryou went to his knees and buried his face in Tristan’s neck, licking and sucking at the supple flesh.

Ryou’s fingers brushed across Tristan’s right nipple, moving the bud ever so slightly.

Tristan let out a moan as Ryou straddled him. Ryou leaned over and took the other nipple into his mouth. The brunet buried his fingers in Ryou’s hair, curling the strands around his fingers.

“Ryou….my angel. So beautiful.”

Ryou smiled down at his lover before kissing lower down Tristan’s chiseled, muscular abdomen.

Ryou looked up. “Do you have any…..lotion? Lube?”

Tristan reached over and grabbed a bottle of Lube. Ryou took it and coated two fingers thoroughly with it. Ryou took Tristan’s arousal into his mouth as he slid a single finger into Tristan’s tight passage. Tristan arched his back, moaning at the intrusion.

His fists dug into the sheets, uncertain what would happen if he touched Ryou’s hair while he was there.

Ryou took Tristan’s manhood between his lips, rolling his tongue around the throbbing head. Ryou added a second finger and stretched his lover’s body to accommodate him.

Tristan felt a drop of sweat slip down his forehead. He tried everything not to bury himself into that hot, wet canyon above him.

“Ryou….take me. Please! I can’t take this anymore!”

Ryou grinned as he pulled back. “Are you enjoying yourself, Tristan?”

Tristan looked down and nodded. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Ryou took Tristan’s hand and squeezed some Lube on it. Ryou straddled Tristan’s waist.

“Tristan? Please touch me.”

Tristan wrapped his hand around Ryou’s arousal, the white-haired boy gasping at the sudden contact. Tristan cupped Ryou entirely in his hand. “You are beautiful, Ryou.”

Ryou smiled as he looked through his sweat-soaked strands of white hair. Tristan pumped Ryou gently, indulging in the softness of his lover’s body above him and within his grasp. Ryou threw his head back as he moved himself into the grip surrounding him.

A long moan escaped from Ryou as Tristan started shifting under Ryou, rubbing himself against his lover.

Ryou let out a gasp. “Tristan, I don’t want to come yet.”

Tristan released Ryou and let Ryou position himself at Tristan’s entrance. Ryou put one arm on either side of Tristan and he looked into Tristan’s face as he entered him.

Tristan wrapped his legs around Ryou’s hips and pushed Ryou further into him. Tristan held onto Ryou’s shoulders, his body trembling with the feeling of the most intimate part of Ryou’s body inside him.

Tristan stroked Ryou’s face. “I love you, angel.”

Ryou leaned down and kissed Tristan’s chest. He started moving within Tristan’s body, burying himself deeper within Tristan each time.

Tristan’s head turned to the side as Ryou slammed himself into him on purpose, trying to throw Tristan into waves of pleasure.

Ryou plunged himself into Tristan and the brunet let out a loud moan.

“Ryou…gods…please..”

Ryou slammed himself into Tristan again. “My love…so tight.”

Tristan gripped Ryou’s shoulders and squeezed. “Gods, I love you so much! Ryou…..please.”

Ryou’s body quivered as his head swam in the sensations of their pleasure.

Ryou clenched his teeth and his eyes closed shut as his bdoy shook. He thrust into the body below him, spilling his release into the brunet beneath him.

Tristan moaned as he felt his lover release into him. He quickly gathered the white-haired angel to his chest.

“Ryou, my love…..you are so beautiful.”

Ryou’s body shook and his body broke down into sobs. “Tristan, please hold me. Don’t let go of me, please.”

Tristan closed his eyes, his body remained teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. He held his lover against him, soothing him with gentle words.

Ryou lifted his head. “Tristan, I love you.”

Tristan ran his hands through the silky white strands. “My beautiful angel. So perfect.”
Ryou shook his head and lowered it. “I’m far from perfect, Tristan. I’m used. I’m tainted. I’m…..no good.”

Tristan cupped Ryou’s face in his hands. “I don’t want you to be perfect, Ryou. I want you to be happy. I want you as you are. Nobody can take that from me.”

Ryou leaned over and kissed Tristan on the lips, slipping the tongue into Tristan’s hot cavern.

Ryou pulled back slightly and gave Tristan the bottle of lube. “Tristan, I want you. I need you to take me.”

“Ryou?”

Ryou opened the bottle. “I want to ride you, Tristan. Please. I want to do this. Don’t you want to make love to me?”

Tristan nodded. “More than you know, angel.”

Ryou shifted upwards on Tristan’s body as the brunet coated two fingers and slipped them into Ryou’s tight body.

“Uh….gods…Tristan. Kiss me.”

Ryou connected his lips to Tristan’s again, letting their tongues duel each other. Ryou let out a gasp as Tristan used another finger to stretch him apart.

Ryou pulled back and Tristan bent his knees. Tristan held himself up as Ryou slowly let himself sink onto Tristan’s pulsing arousal.

When Tristan’s body was completely sheathed inside of him, Ryou remained still, letting himself adjust. Tristan held Ryou’s hips and let Ryou set the pace of their lovemaking.

Ryou took Tristan’s fingers and interlocked them with his own. Ryou slowly moved himself on Tristan’s throbbing arousal.

Tristan let out a moan as he felt Ryou move himself faster. The white-haired angel’s body started dripping with sweat. A single drop of sweat slipped from Ryou’s neck and hugged his chest, until finally slipping down his tightening abdomen.

“Tristan…gods, baby, please,” Ryou pleaded.

The brunet gripped Ryou’s hips and moved himself up as Ryou impaled himself harder on his manhood.

Ryou’s hand moved between them and he began to stroke himself with Tristan’s invasion of his body.

Tristan’s broad chest soon began shining with his sweat. Tristan’s body had flushed red and his body started to quiver.

Ryou let out a moan as he felt himself harden at the scene below him.

Tristan gripped Ryou’s hips and pulled him close. Ryou moaned as he felt Tristan scream out his release. Ryou let out a final scream as his release bathed Tristan’s chest.

Ryou fell forward onto Tristan’s chest. “Tristan……love you.”

Tristan wrapped his arms around Ryou again. “All mine, Ryou. Love you.”

Tristan grabbed a napkin and cleaned off his chest of Ryou’s release.

“Tristan?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Can I just lay here for a while?”

Tristan smiled at Ryou. “You can stay there for as long as you want, my angel.”

Ryou closed his eyes as he listened to Tristan’s heartbeat. A smile crossed his face as complete contentment washed over him.

Finally he had found a place where he belonged.

The End.