WARNING: IMPLIED KEITH X MALIK, FOURSOME!

RYOU X TRISTAN X YUGI X JOEY!!!!!

YAOI YAOI YAOI!!!!!!!!!

To my wife: I hope you like!!!!!

Sweet Promise

Tristan threw down his cards in disgust. Joey gripped his blond air in frustration.

“Damn!” Tristan cursed, “You got me again, Kaiba!”

Seto folded his arms, cocky and proud like usual. “Hmph..I told you I never lose at a card game! You should know me better than to challenge me to a card game.”

Joey growled. “You won again! You must have cheated!”

Seto chuckled. “Calm down, puppy. I didn’t cheat. But, you have to

Stick to your end of the bargain. The bet was that if I won this poker game, you will go to the location on this card.” Seto handed Tristan a folded piece off paper. “Since I didn’t lose, I don’t have to wash your motorcycles! Tough luck, Tristan!”

Joey looked at the address on the note. “That’s in a bad part of town. Why would we want to go there?”

Seto smiled and brushed back his brown hair. “Because I went there and I know that once you visit there, you’ll want to go back again. I will call the tenant in question and inform him of your arrival at ten in the morning. You will go tomorrow morning and I promise that you will enjoy the results.”

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Joey and Tristan stood outside the building holding the card that Seto gave them. Joey looked at the building which didn’t look to safe to occupy. A group of children ran outside scurrying. Obviously, the building was no condemned, although it looked like it should have been.

Tristan led Joey up the stairs to the designated door. Joey knocked on it and Keith opened the door with a grin.

“Well, if it isn’t the little mutt? Hiya’, Joey.”

Tristan and Joey jumped back. “BANDIT KEITH! What are you doing here?”

Keith grinned and turned his back on them. “Running a business. Seto Kaiba told me to make someone…or someones available to you. So, I’ve done that.”

Tristan narrowed his eyes, spun Keith around, and gripped his collar. “What are you up to, asshole?”

Joey heard a whimper behind the door. Joey brushed past Keith and found Malik laying on a tattered, lime green couch.

Malik’s skin looked pale, his skin was cold to the touch. Joey kneeled beside Malik.

“Malik? Open your eyes! Speak to me!”

“Yugi…..Ryou….in room.”

Keith chuckled and shoved himself away from Tristan. “Look, big guy. I have a business to run! You either go in or you leave me alone!”

“Tristan, Ryou and Yugi are in there!”

Tristan narrowed his eyes at Keith. “What’s wrong with Malik?”

Malik grabbed weakly onto Joey’s hand. “Yugi…..Joey…..room. Help...Yugi.” Malik whimpered and his head fell back weakly. His eyes closed and he passed out.

“He’s been doing that a lot lately,” Keith said casually.

Tristan checked Malik’s pulse. “He needs a hospital, Keith!”

“He has to pay me for it first,” Keith said standing over the unconscious boy. “And I get can’t him to stay awake. Then again, I don’t necessarily need him to be awake for me to take my payment.”

Tristan grabbed Keith. “Let him go, Keith!”

Keith frowned. “You lay a finger on me and my friends will track you down! They’ll chew you up and spit you out! Tell you what, Rambo, you go into that room and use those two until they can’t walk, and I will take Malik where he has to go.”

“Promise?”

Keith grinned. “I promise that I will take Malik…personally.”

Tristan released Keith. “You better stick to your word!”

“Oh, I’ll stick to it, alright,” Keith said approaching the door. He handed Joey and Tristan two blindfolds. “Kaiba told me to tell you to wear these. It will make your experience so much more…rewarding.

Tristan and Joey entered the room and Keith shut the door behind them. He walked over to the unconscious Malik on the couch and fumbled with the button on his pants.

“Well, Malik, I did promise Tristan I would personally take you.” Keith pulled down his pants. “And I am a man of my word.”

Keith leaned down to kiss the unconscious boy’s cold lips…..

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Ryou was sobbing into Yugi’s shoulder as the door opened. Ryou and Yugi stood up in anticipation of their new clients.

Yugi gasped and whispered, “Joey?”

Ryou turned his head to the side. “Tristan?”

Yugi grabbed Ryou’s wrist. “We can’t let them know it’s us, Ryou!” Yugi whispered. “Remember what Keith said? If we don’t do this, he’ll hurt Malik!”

Ryou lowered his head and somberly walked over to Tristan. Yugi took Joey’s hand. Both boys lead them to the bed and stripped them unceremoniously.

Yugi put Joey on the bed first and pushed him over near the window. Yugi straddled Joey’s hips as Ryou laid Tristan on the bed. Ryou straddled Tristan’s hips and choked back a sob.

Yugi hesitantly leaned down to kiss Joey’s neck, indulging in the warmth…and hating himself for it. These were their friends. That hurt most of all.

Yugi licked a trail down Joey’s chest to the blond’s left nipple, taking it into his mouth. Yugi’s other hand teased the other neglected bud to harness, sending a moan coming from its owner. Joey writhed beneath his friend as waves of pleasure shot through him. Yugi kissed down Joey’s belly, settling himself between the blonde’s legs.

Ryou leaned down to Tristan and captured him in a desperate kiss. Ryou’s tongue plunged into Tristan’s hot, wet orifice, curling around the taller man’s tongue. Ryou clenched his eyes shut chiding himself for doing this to a trusted friend. The white haired boy rubbed his groin suggestively around Tristan’s manhood, coaxing a moan out of the taller man. “Gods…don’t stop.”

Ryou sat up and ground himself harder, teasing Tristan.

Ryou looked over and saw Yugi stroking Joey with tears in his eyes.

Yugi choked back a sob as he looked down at Joey, his body turning red with passion. His breath came in sharp gasps.

Ryou stroked Yugi’s hair gently. Ryou pulled Yugi into a gentle kiss to distract him from his pain. Yugi and Ryou whimpered into the kiss as they pumped their lovers harder.

Tristan’s head tilted back as he moved into the hand surrounding him. Sweat poured off of his body and glistened as it fell onto the dirty mattress beneath. Tristan reached up and grabbed Ryou’s arms with both of his strong hands.

Tristan pulled Ryou down for a kiss, making him break his kiss with Yugi. Yugi took a deep breath and surrounded Joey. Joey gasped at the new warmth that engulfed him. Joey’s hands came up and fisted into Yugi’s hair.

Tristan let out a muffled moan into Ryou’s mouth as he thrust himself against the body above him, needing more physical contact.

Ryou’s body shuddered as Tristan ran his hands along Ryou’s chest.

Yugi sighed and saw Ryou pointing to the window. Yugi found a bottle of lube that Keith had forgotten to pick up. Yugi took the bottle and squeezed some onto his hand and continued to stimulate Joey’s growing hardness. Ryou took the bottle and looked Yugi in the eye. The small duelist nodded silently and went on his knees. Ryou coated his left hand with the lube and slowly began to prepare Yugi. Yugi’s face contorted in obvious discomfort as Ryou tried to gingerly enter him. The blond began to whimper with the motions on his manhood.

Ryou entered another digit and stretched Yugi’s slender inner walls. When his lover was sufficiently prepared, Ryou removed himself from Yugi’s body.

Tristan gripped the mattress below him panting and moving his head around in bliss.

Ryou held out his hand and slowly inserted a single digit into the body beneath him. Tristan sucked in air through clenched teeth and let out an audible moan of enjoyment. Ryou felt Tristan’s muscles tense around him.

“Gods….oh gods,” Tristan whimpered as he shoved back onto the intruding digit.

Ryou added another one and Tristan let out a deep moan of satisfaction. Ryou used his fingers to stretch Tristan’s body to accommodate his stiffened arousal. When he was done, he removed the digits from Tristan’s body and slowly buried himself in Tristan’s body. Ryou’s body shivered from the warm , wet heat of his friend.

Ryou bit his lip trying not to sob. ‘I hate myself for this,’ he thought.

Yugi straddled Joey’s hips and slowly pressed himself down on Joey’s arousal. With his friend’s manhood buried deep inside of him, Yugi stopped, waiting eagerly for his body to adjust.

Ryou slowly moved within Tristan, allowing himself and Tristan to become accustomed to the bodies of the other. Tristan’s hands reached up and grabbed Ryou’s shoulders, digging into the flesh unaware of everything around him. Ryou gave a whimper as his instinct took over and he started pounding into Tristan’s body. The tall man shuddered with each slam against his prostate. Shudders wracked the brunet’s body as Ryou buried himself deeper and faster into his friend’s body.

‘I hate myself for this,’ he thought.

Joey’s hands roamed around Yugi’s stomach and traveled down to Yugi’s stiffened arousal. As Yugi slid himself up and down on Joey’s member, Joey bent his legs to keep his lover balanced more. Joey grabbed onto Yugi’s member and stroked him.

Yugi threw back his head and gasping for breath with each penetration going deeper and deeper into his channel. Yugi let out a moan along with his blond lover beneath him.

Ryou slammed into Tristan without mercy.

“Gods….uh…please…..harder…..”

‘Tristan….please, I don’t want to,’ Ryou thought as he complied against his will. He complied for Malik’s safety.

“Fuck me harder,” Tristan growled.

Tears ran down Ryou’s face as he complied.

“Make it hurt….fuck me!”

Tristan’s face turned red as his body moved in time with Ryou’s thrusts. The white haired boy’s head flew back as he spilled his release into Tristan’s body. Ryou grabbed Tristan’s arousal and pumped him furiously.

Ryou slammed into Tristan’s prostate with a series of sharp stabs and Tristan’s hips lifted off the bed, soaking Ryou’s chest and stomach with his release.

Joey moved up, burying himself deeper within Yugi’s body. Joey gripped Yugi’s hips and held him down as Joey released into Yugi’s small body. Yugi released over Joey and fell forward sobbing on Joey’s chest.

Tristan gasped for breath as his body recovered from his orgasm. Tristan panted. “I have to see who it is.” Tristan removed his blindfold to see Ryou still buried deep inside of him, covered in his release.

“RYOU!”

Joey pulled off his blindfold. “YUGI!”

“You guys look like shit on a stick! What the hell happened?”

Ryou cried harder as Joey elbowed him in the ribs.

“Tris! Damn, man!”

Ryou collapsed into Tristan’s arms. “Get us out of here, Tristan! Please! I can’t take it anymore! I want to leave! Anything is better than this! I’d rather be beaten, humiliated, abused, neglected, raped, and suffer indescribable pain rather than stay here another minute!”

Yugi sobbed against Joey’s chest. “Please, Joey. I want to go home,” the teen cried. “I want to leave! I’m so worried about Malik!”

Tristan wrapped his arms around Ryou. “We’ll bust you out of here, Ryou!”

Ryou clutched onto Tristan and pressed himself against the brunet. “We can’t leave without Malik. Malik is dying. We can’t take this much longer!”

Joey clenched his fists. “We can fight our way out!”

Yugi gripped onto Joey. “No! Keith is armed! He’ll kill you! Or worse, he may kill Malik!”

Joey bit his lip trying not to comment Malik looked as good as dead anyway.

Tristan’s eyes gaped as a tear fell down Ryou’s cheek. “I’m sorry, Ryou. If I’d had known….”

Ryou shook his head. “It’s ok, Tristan.”

Joey cuddled a crying Yugi against his chest. “What do we do, Tristan?”

Tristan stroked Ryou’s hair gently. “We can’t bust them out of here now. Ryou, we will come back for you.”

Ryou looked up into Tristan’s hazel eyes. “Please, Tristan. Don’t forget about us.”

“We won’t, buddy,” Tristan leaned up and kissed Ryou’s forehead.

“We’ll be back for all three of you. We promise.”

Next Chappie: Escape from Keith…but, will Malik make it?