Hi, sorry it took so long to update. I was getting chapter 10 and 11 done. 11 will be along tonight or tomorrow.

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Chapter 10

Two months. It's been two months since Tristan and I started this little romance of ours.

It was study hall, and the others were busy talk—well, having their meeting. Since all the members of their little group had the same study period, Nina had decided to host her club meetings there on Fridays. There was a grand total of ten members in the room, if one included himself, Tristan, Ash, Astrid, Jason, and a few other people whose names Seto had yet to learn, mainly because they were irrelevant in his opinion.

Tristan was resting his hand on Seto's thigh in a loving (and less than platonic) way. His skin tingled where his suitor touched him, and despite the anticipation that was growing in his chest, he honestly just liked the simple contact—unobtrusive, unimposing contact.

It just feels so…perfect.

He smiled slightly to himself. The geek squad was completely used to the idea of him and Tristan being together. Joey still was a little tense, but he never said or did anything about it. Yami had done something to him that evidently got him under control, and he had apologized to Seto for his actions the next day. When Seto asked Tristan what Yami had done, his suitor had shuddered and told him that he was better off not knowing. He was able to accept that. The 'other Yugi' had once banished him to a nightmare in which he was repeatedly torn apart by monsters; not that he hadn't instigated that response, but those seven days of hell haunted his nightmares even to this day, rousing him from troubled sleep to lie awake in the suffocating darkness. He still remembered the pain—or illusion of pain—he had felt during the 'Penalty Game', and the fear he'd experienced. It wasn't something from which he would recover quickly.

So no, he wasn't going to ask for details about what Yami had done to Joey.

However, he had noticed that ever since Tristan and him had started their relationship, he never have any nightmares or waking up in the dead of night in fear. To be precise, ever since Tristan gave him Shadow, not that he would ever admit that the stuffed toy was protecting him in his sleep.

The rest of the gang seemed to support them. Tea had gone so far as to slip Seto tips on how to get Tristan into bed, which only served to make him slightly freaked out and result in his trying to avoid her. He appreciated the help, but honestly. It was so awkward. She was far too enthusiastic about him and Tristan having sex, and he was hardly close with her—sex was not a topic on which he thought they should share tips.

Pegasus was the most supportive, to Seto's surprise. He'd thought his associate was just using his relationship to embarrass him before now. However, the man seemed genuinely pleased with their relationship, frequently insisting on Tristan coming to visit or Seto going over to the other boy's house for dinner—and giving them quite a lot of time alone, to boot. And Tristan's parents approved of him immediately. Mia, Tristan's mother, was all over him. She always reminded Seto of his own late mother. The soft but energetic way she spoke, the undivided attention she gave him when he was talking, her gentle but firm mannerisms—it all made him feel melancholy with old memories. It made it difficult at times for him to be in her presence, but he couldn't bring himself to shun her.

Charles, Tristan's father, seemed just as accepting, but not nearly as smothering or involved. He was the grounded one in the family, the average bacon-bringing man of the house whose son just happened to be gay.

But what really amazed Seto was that he had vanished from the media. There were no longer any long scandal articles about him or paparazzi following him around. No gossip, no television specials, nothing since the merge. He supposed that it must be because he wasn't actively seeking the attention any more. He had all ready become more obscure since he had officially retired from playing Duel Monsters professionally, but at this point, he was just another corporate executive that the media chose to ignore, lest the average person find out the names and faces of those who had more money than they. It seemed that the world only ever focused on the person on top, which was now Pegasus.

It was …relieving. He no longer worried about how his every minor decision would affect his public appearance, or what would come of it if he held Tristan's hand in public. He could walk down the street in the middle of the day, undisguised, and not have to look this way and that to avoid paparazzi. He had become just another teenager, his status and business a secret known only to those with whom he chose to share.

It also made things easier with Tristan. They could go anywhere without worrying about it being on a magazine somewhere. He wouldn't be surprised that if the world eventually forgot his name, what with the new generation of top duelists rising and leaving his (and even Yugi's) name in the dust. Much as losing the prestige deflated his ego; he had to admit—if only to himself—that his secret wish had always been to live his private life without risking the scrutiny of a billion sets of eyes.

"Now, on to more pressing matters." Nina's voice cut through his train of thought. He turned his focus back to the wild girl.

"Summer break starts today, and for all who know, that means the annual Summer Bash!"

Seto stared vacantly.

What?

Nina started handing out invitations. Seto opened his to find a black card with white lettering. The party was tomorrow night. At Nina's house by the ocean. It was an all-night party.

Seto blinked again. He was invited to a party. A party. A party for only teens.

In his whole life, he had never been to an event such as this with kids his own age. It had always been with the wealthy elite—the one percent, so to speak. Adults all, formal and stuffed into suits or dresses better suited for a high society ball. They had been events planned and executed by Gozaburo, back when Seto had been a child, wandering the room as he talked and drank with the two-faced hyenas that KaibaCorp once called 'sponsors'.

This was completely different. A bunch of teenagers, drinking what could be anything from fruit punch to absinthe, smoking, taking drugs, dancing to dark and heavy rhythms in low light. It was dangerous, though Gozaburo's parties had been dangerous in their own way—just not on the surface. He knew that. But he wasn't exactly in a hurry to jump on the bandwagon for a huge teen gala in an upper-class neighborhood. He knew what happened at wild parties. Property damage, vandalism, and theft, for starters. People would be getting a social high, doing things they shouldn't, like getting drunk or…having sex.

He glanced at Tristan, who was smiling.

Just then the bell rang, signaling that school was over.

Seto was actually starting to like school (a little). With Ash's help, he was getting pretty good at art and had taken up the piano in music class. It was actually challenging for him. And no one seemed to care that he was Seto Kaiba. Then again, this was Kyoto, not a smaller city like Domino. Here, there were bigger idols to worship—Ayumi the pop queen, Gackt the Dear Angel of J-rock, and a slew of other big names who often performed in the former capitol of Japan.

He followed Tristan outside and climbed into his truck. Tristan had become his driver to and from school, which he didn't mind in the least.

"Let me guess, wondering about the Bash?" Tristan asked as he started up the truck.

"Yes," Seto confirmed.

"Every year when Summer break starts, Nina throws the biggest party and invites everyone she can for one wild night. So, you wanna go? I know it's last minute, but that's how Nina works."

Seto remained quiet. He didn't know. There were too many variables. Anything could happen at a party with such open invitations involved. A teenage party that lasted all night would lead to wild behavior and sleep deprivation-induced decisions that would likely be bad ideas when the sun came up. Attending seemed rather immature, and not fitting for someone who was an Executive Chairman of a hundred billion-dollar—

Oh, screw it. He was going to attend regardless. Maybe getting 'crunk' would work out in his best interests. Especially if Tristan got in the spirit.

"Sure."

"Oh, you're going to a party?"

Seto groaned. Why did he have to find that invite? Seto had accidentally dropped the invite after arriving home, and the annoying silver-haired fox with whom he lived happened to pick it up and read it. And was now currently cornering Seto in his room. Well, figuratively speaking. Seto was sitting at his desk, and Pegasus had him sitting down with his back to the wall. Not a good position.

"Yes," he muttered grudgingly.

Okay, need to change the subject…

"That's wonderful! It's about time you started interacting with kids your own age," Pegasus chimed cheerfully.

Okay, plan B: leave the room.

Seto started to make his way over to the door, but Pegasus cut him off.

"Just don't do anything that you'll regret," He smirked devilishly.

Seto felt the urge to growl but ignored it. A blush appeared on his face.

"Just what do you think I'm going to do? Get drunk? Take ecstacy and start 'rolling' all night? Perhaps I'll indulge in LSD and watch the ceiling swim around."

"Don't be snide, Kaiba-boy. I mean it. I could tell you horror stories of what I did at parties. In fact, there was one time when I drank so much that I accidentally mistook a young man for—"

"I do not want to hear this!" Seto snarled, covering his ears and fleeing the room. He had a strong hunch as to where that situation was headed, and he really didn't want that image in his head. Any more than it all ready was.

"Now you're just being rude!" Pegasus called after him, laughing.

Seto headed downstairs and out the door. He was too antsy to stay inside, and he had something he needed to do. He entered the garage beside the house, pulled out his phone and dialed Ash's number. As he waited for his friend to answer, he got into his car.

"Hello?"

"Hello Ash."

"Oh hey Seto, what's up?"

"I need a little help with something…" Seto bit his lip, feeling slightly embarrassed by what he was about to ask. Certainly, a man of his standing, with his sense for appearance and fine attire, shouldn't need help with this.

"What is it?"

"Um…I…have no idea what to wear to the party?" Seto cursed himself for stumbling over his own words. But it was true; he had no idea. He'd only ever worn three-piece to all the adult parties, so that Gozaburo could show off his little trophy and all the adults could chortle at how cute he looked in his 'little suit', but he had no idea what to wear to a teen party. He didn't want to overdress, or end up looking like a slut…

"No problem. There's a place in Kyoto where we can get what you need."

Ash gave him the address and Seto left the garage, making his way down the drive and turning onto the road bound for Kyoto.

Seto stood in front of the bathroom mirror, ensuring again that his hair was absolutely under control.

The last thing I need is to go to a party with a bad hair day.

He knew, as he brushed through his locks again, that his hair was the least of his worries right now. It was silky, heavy, and healthy—the kind of hair that commercials said they could give to anyone. It always was that way, and always would be if his bloodline was any indication.

No, the true root of his nervousness was the fact that that Tristan would be picking him up in twenty minutes, and Seto felt like a wreck. He had been thinking about calling this whole thing off all night. But every time he thought like that, a new voice in the back of his head told him to just relax.

He pulled his new shirt over his head. Ash had practically given him a brand-new wardrobe, from simple button down shirts and plain T-shirts to all sorts of screen-Ts.

He chose to wear a dark green shirt that read Dark Paladin in stylized letters—it was the name of the brand that produced the article of clothing. This particular shirt was a tank top that exposed his midriff, the sleeves, collar, and abdominal covering made of a close-knit netting that only exposed glimpses of the underlying skin at certain angles. Teasing, but not blatant. He had acquired a pair of black jeans that had silver zippers on all the pockets and fitted his thighs just tightly enough to show off how great his legs were. They were designed with mild flares that further exploited his shapely limbs by accentuating his calves. He was wearing a thick black leather choker on his neck that closed with a buckle, and matching wrist cuffs; he topped it off with a steel-studded belt. He knew he looked good; it would be foolish to think otherwise.

But now he was worried that Tristan would think he was too dressed up or something, or that he was trying to attract someone's attention at the party, or—

His phone lit up, signaling that he had a text.

Hey, Neko. I'm outside.

Tristan.

Seto took a deep breath, and impulsively grabbed a simple black jacket to wear. It was too hot to wear a jacket, but he suddenly felt very exposed by what he was wearing—naked, even. At least the jacket would cover his arms, and his stomach too if he zipped it up. After doing so, he quietly dashed down the stairs to avoid waking Mokuba (or worse, Pegasus). Walking outside, he saw Tristan standing next to his Motorcycle.

"Hey babe." Tristan smiled, planting a kiss on Seto's cheek.

Seto blushed. "Hey."

Tristan leaned back to take in the executive's appearance.

"Don't be offended, but…aren't you hot in that jacket?"

Seto couldn't say anything. He stared at the motorcycle, arms crossed, too nervous and embarrassed to respond. Tristan seemed concerned.

"Did I do something?"

"No," the ocean-eyed boy shook his head, "I just…don't think you'll like what I'm wearing."

Tristan looked him up and down momentarily.

"Well, the pants look good," he grinned, "Maybe a bit too good. I may have trouble keeping my hands off of you."

His suitor accentuated this statement by moving closer and placing a hand on either of Seto's hips while the brunet blushed and averted his gaze. Tristan nuzzled his neck, tickling him and making him chuckle quietly. The moment his guard dropped, he was suddenly turned and pulled close to the other. Before he could say anything about it, though, a heated kiss landed on his mouth, and all he really cared to do was let Tristan hold him while they made out in his driveway. The other teen's hand drifted over his hip and gave his tightly-clad hind end a squeeze, causing him to gasp quietly. He started panting, letting his head fall back so Tristan could kiss his neck while he unzipped the dark jacket that was suddenly far too warm.

Seto's mind was in a haze by the time the jacket started to slide off of his shoulders, and it was only after its removal that Tristan stopped touching him altogether.

"What the…?" He stared at his suitor in disbelief as he realized he'd been played yet again. Tristan had seriously just sexed him up for the sole purpose of seeing what he was wearing under the jacket. He felt a little bit less hostile, though, when he saw Tristan's eyes glaze over.

"Hot damn," the other boy sighed, "Is this your revenge on me for teasing you so much?"

"N—yes," Seto took the opportunity to lie, "Yes it is. Perhaps you should consider not teasing me in the future."

Then he saw something he never had before—an impish smirk on Tristan's face, the sparkle in his eyes promising future mischief that may take him by surprise.

"You ready?" His suitor asked, nodding toward the motorcycle.

"I suppose," Seto sighed, still a little unsure.

"Don't worry, it'll be fun. Just remember: if you set your drink down, never pick it back up. Smell everything before you drink it, because sometimes things that look and taste like punch started their existence as ever clear. People are probably going to take drugs, but no one is going to make you do it. And if Nina offers you some kind of red liquid, do not drink it, understand?" Tristan instructed, getting on the bike.

"Why…"

"I think you're better off not knowing. Trust me."

Seto tried not to be overly disturbed by this as he climbed onto the bike behind Tristan and held on firmly as they took off.

They drove to Kyoto, but this time they stayed on the outskirts of the city until they drove out of the prefecture proper and reached the coast. The air was cooler, likely because the breeze carried sea spray. Seto could smell the salt and hear the waves lapping against the shore; he knew that the water off the coast of Japan was blue and clear as crystal, and a comfortable seventy degrees in the summer. As a child, he had once had the opportunity to swim in the coral reefs with the brightly-colored fish and watch the crawdads and starfish crawl along the shallows. He felt a little choked up at the memory—it had been a long time since anything brought that to mind. It seemed that being around Tristan and the people he knew brought back more and more memories (and feelings) from his early life.

The road was long and empty as they drove near the beach; it was just them, the echoing sound of the revving motorcycle, and the moonlit water that he knew was beside them. In the distance, he saw the shape of a house growing steadily larger, the many large and open windows well-lit by strobe, black, and multi-colored lights. There were dozens of cars parked along the road leading up to the place.

Nina's house was large. Not as large as Kaiba Mansion, mind—but still upper class. Seto wondered if he'd ever done business with Nina's parents. The place was right by the ocean, three stories high, had a giant stone pool outside and a greenhouse attached. Each floor had different lights flashing—the ground floor had blacklights, likely intended for the hardcore ravers among them. The windows on that floor kept vibrating due to heavy bass and pulses. All the noise and light from inside the building made it like a candle flickering in the pitch darkness of the nighttime shore.

They pulled into the driveway and parked slightly away from the cars that were already there. They dismounted the motorcycle, removing their helmets and hiding them in the nearby planters lest they get stolen.

"Come on," Tristan smirked, leading Seto up the walkway to the front door. He knocked, despite being invited and knowing the homeowner personally.

The door opened to reveal a very, very hyper Nina. She was practically bouncing in place. Loud music that had been just a baseline pulse from the outside slammed into them like a wall of sound.

"Hi! I was wondering when you guys were going to get here. Come on in."

There were about thirty people mingling in the lower part of the house, and they were being herded toward the back—toward the beach—where there was a giant rec room. This proved to be full of moving multi-colored lights along with the dark violet atmosphere of the blacklights. The music was so loud and bass-filled that Seto could feel it in his soul; within seconds, the rhythmic pulse of the bass was like his own heartbeat, the wub of low-pitch synths like a singing machine. The heavy synth leads were like the excitement of sex crackling through his chest.

Some people seemed to be dancing, some looking far more happy than was natural—likely, they were rolling off of ecstasy, but as Tristan had said, they didn't seem to be trying to push anyone else into taking it. A light scent of skunky smoke reached his nose, mingled with a smell like a bonfire, and he knew that someone, somewhere, was smoking various substances. He didn't much care—they weren't in his space. Nina seemed to have gathered a group of self-conscious (if a bit wild) people. The rising and swelling energy of the room combined with the music shaking through him was like entering another world.

Wow, Seto thought, dumbstruck, as Tristan pulled him through the crowd of people.

"What do you think?" Tristan asked, shouting close to his ear, since it was impossible to hear otherwise.

"It's loud," Seto managed. He wasn't a fan of loud. This particular noise had yet to offend him, but he had no guarantees for after the novelty wore away.

"Yeah, that takes some getting used to. Come on, let's go over here," Tristan pulled him into a dark corner.

Suddenly the music switched to a slow song. It began with a woman's haunting, echoing voice, and eventually, heavy tribal drums accompanied her

Seto froze. Oh god.

Tristan didn't even blink. He pulled Seto up against him and looped his arms around the brunet's waist. Seto suddenly found himself bringing his arms up around Tristan's neck. They started swaying.

Glancing around, Seto watched all the other couples pairing up and dancing. He bit his lip, fighting an embarrassed smile. The song playing filled his senses and invoked emotions he hadn't felt in years. He closed his eyes, swaying, truly feeling a song for what was possibly the first time in his life.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Went over the sea

What did I find?"

"You okay?" Tristan asked, looking concerned.

"I'm fine. Just fine," Seto smiled.

Tristan returned the gesture, then stared at him with dilated eyes; the tall boy stared back, wondering just what was going through the other boy's head.

"A thousand crystal towers,

A hundred emerald cities…"

Tristan leaned slowly closer until their lips met. It felt good. The heavy drums and haunting ambience of the song rumbled through his body and made him long for the man he all ready knew he had. He felt Tristan's tongue slide across his lower lip, and he opened his mouth in invitation.

"And the hand of the watchman

In the night sky

Points to my beloved:

A knight in crystal armor."

Tristan's tongue rubbed against his own sensually as they shared heated kisses, their bodies wrapped together as close as was possible while still standing and moving around. Tristan's hand ran up and down Seto's spine a few times before pushing under his shirt to caress his heated back. He broke the kiss momentarily to sigh wantonly. Here they were, in the middle of a dark room surrounded by strangers, molesting each other. He was sure that if he saw someone else doing this sort of thing, he would strongly disapprove.

Though perhaps now he finally understood why other people did this sort of thing.

He dove back in to kiss Tristan, who gripped him tightly and pulled them closer together. Seto felt as if there was a great hole in the middle of his chest, one that only stopped aching when his and Tristan's hearts began to beat in unison due to their close proximity.

"Flames fell into orbit

To hold, eternally,

Two heavenly spirits

That just wouldn't seem

To be made of glass…"

They parted to breathe, and Seto nuzzled Tristan's jaw. The female singer was wailing primally, her emotion evident, and the air of sadness and longing only made Seto want to hold Tristan longer. Nothing seemed to exist outside of their joined forms as they continued to sway slightly on the dance floor.

Suddenly, the music picked back up. They both chuckled slightly as they were released from the raw feeling the song had evoked in them. Tristan led him to the drink table and grabbed two cola cans from a cooler full of ice. He handed one to Seto.

"Hi you two!"

They looked up to see Nina standing before them, linking arms with Astrid. "Wanna try some of this?" She held out a cup filled with a red liquid that Seto couldn't help but think had the consistency of blood.

"We're good, Nina." Tristan smiled, looking nervous.

"You sure, it's really good?"

"Positive."

Nina stumbled away. Astrid turned to them.

"Smart. Heaven knows what that stuff will do to your dreams." She walked off.

Seto stared after them, disturbed, and Tristan just laughed jovially at his friends' behavior.

Seto leaned against Tristan as they sat on a love seat watching people leave.

"Hey, this party is supposed to last all night!" Nina called, swaying from where she stood on top of the food table. "Come on! Crank up the music." She then slipped and fell face first in the salsa, causing the table to collapse. Seto was beginning to think that her drink from earlier had been a Bloody Mary.

"Is she drunk?" He asked, genuinely concerned for her.

"Probably not. This is Nina on a caffeine low." Tristan snickered. "So, do you want to stay the night or head home?"

Seto sighed. It was two am in the morning. He did not feel like getting caught sneaking in by Pegasus.

And in addition to that, the feelings he'd had when he and Tristan had danced—the feelings the song had given him…it was as if his experiences with loneliness and solitude had been put into song, and yet the song had been about finding someone. He knew he had someone now, and somehow, he didn't feel right going home. He wanted to be with Tristan.

"Stay the night. Is that okay?"

"Sure, I don't mind," Tristan smiled, "Nina's fine with it. Even if she's not entirely aware of her surroundings." He muttered, as they both watched Astrid help lift her head out of the salsa.

"Come on, I know a place where we can get away from all the noise these sleep-deprived folks are making."

He took Seto's hand and led him out the back door toward the large green house. Tristan punched the combination into the security terminal beside the door and led Seto inside. It was like a jungle. Plants of all kinds sprouted up everywhere, from tall trees with broad, shining leaves, to flowers of any imaginable shape and color—most of them were bright and tropical like ones that might be found in Hawaii.

Tristan pulled him through the foliage to a small clearing.

It was breath taking. There was a small waterfall off to the side, draining into a small pool that supported what looked like crimson water lilies. They almost seemed to glow in the moonlight. Looking around them, Seto noticed that they were surrounded by the most beautiful and unusual flowers he had ever seen. There were yellow primroses, what looked like white morning glories, creamy yellow flowers that were shaped like lilies, flowers he knew were lilies with six petals that released a sweet fragrance; flowers with narrow, lance-shaped stems and spoon-shaped lower petals, and star-shaped blue-purple flowers with their yellow pollen almost glowing. There was bamboo growing next to the pool.

"Wow," Seto managed. It seemed to be his new catch phrase.

"Thought you'd like it. This is my favorite spot in the whole green house. It also holds the flowers that only bloom at night," Tristan smirked.

Seto blinked impassively at him, not sure how to respond. Tristan walked to the pool.

"These," he gestured to the water lilies, "Are Night Bloom Water Lilies. They're never white, only this crimson." He walked over to yellow primroses, "These are Evening Primroses," the white morning glories, "Moon Flowers," the creamy flowers "Night Gladiolus," the sweet smelling flowers, "Casablanca Lilies," the spoon-shaped petals, "these are Nottingham Catchflies, and these," now the blue-purple star flowers, "are Four O' Clocks."

"Four O' Clocks?" Seto asked. What a strange name for a flower.

"Normally they bloom at four in the morning, but for some odd reason, these bloom at one in the morning." Tristan explained, "I think Nina's weird rubbed off on them."

Seto glanced about.

"They're beautiful."

Tristan smiled, then pulled out a light blue blanket from behind a tree and laid it across the floor. Seto was a little surprised by this. Was that blanket just there offhand? Did someone put it there?

…Did Tristan put it there, planning ahead for this event?

His suitor lay down and motioned for Seto to join him. Seto lay beside him without question. He was hardly opposed, after all. Once he'd settled down on his back, Tristan pointed upward. Seto looked and almost gasped. The sky was clear, unhindered by city lights as it often was in Domino; the moon was full, large, and pale, glowing brightly The stars winked down at them, countless celestial bodies that had seen billions of human generations come and go. A large glass windowpane in the roof had been opened to let in the night air, and gave them a full, direct view of the moon. It was so bright that Seto wondered how he didn't notice it sooner. It was the only thing illuminating the area, after all, and he could see with almost daylight vision.

Tristan began to kiss his neck.

Seto gasped in surprise but tilted his head up, giving Tristan more access. Tristan moved so that he was on top of Seto, taking the dominant position between his slender legs. He kissed Seto on the lips, then made his way to the spot behind Seto's ear, which he had discovered was Seto's weak spot about a week ago. His hands pinned the taller boy's wrists to the ground. Their lip contact was heated as it had been on the dance floor, and some part of Seto thought that perhaps Tristan had been awakened by the song in the same way he himself had been.

Seto moaned. He felt Tristan slide his hands up and down his sides, pinching softly here and there. One hand moved down and began to caress Seto's thigh as he arched and gasped out of sensitivity. He gripped Tristan's shoulders desperately, trying to will his partner to move further and faster; he was well aroused, an erection materializing quickly in his pants, and a stinging ache in his chest that drove him to do more.

Tristan's hand ran up and down his inner thigh as he continued to kiss and nibble Seto's neck, and the other hand burrowed under his shirt. He gasped in surprise when he felt his nipple being pinched, something that he had not yet experienced. He drew up his knees to trap Tristan between his thighs and wrapped one arm over his boyfriend's back. He was going insane. His body was hot, lightning crackling through him every time Tristan's lips shifted against his flesh. He was barely even being touched, and his toes were curling, his back arching. He couldn't take much more.

"Tristan," Seto moaned, "Please, n-no teasing. Not now."

"I'm not teasing anymore," Tristan whispered huskily.

Seto stilled.

Does he mean…?

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