Waking Dreams

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh.

Chapter three is up too now. Hooray! This is the last one I do just off the top of my head. All three stories (four if you count my apparent tabloidshipping) started off simply as bedtime stories for my big sister.

Yes, I know, that's weird. Anyway! This ship is chaseshipping, her favourite – Duke X Tristan (Ryuuji/Otogi X Honda/Hiroto)

Duke Devlin leant on the counter on his game shop, bored beyond all possible belief. The store was empty, and had been almost all day. It was a slow business day – possibly because it was too perfect a day to spend indoors buying dice games. The blinds on the windows had been pulled half shut, to keep half the sunlight and heat out. The whole shop was therefore dim, with specks of dust dancing in the beams of light filtering onto the floor.

Distant sounds of traffic floated through the open door to reach Duke's ears. It was soft, peaceful… almost hypnotising. He could feel his eyes sliding shut and his breathing getting slower and more even as he slid into a semi-conscious state right there at the cash register.

The loud throbbing of a particular engine kept Duke just barely awake. He had to open his eyes, however, when the sound grew louder and closer. He stood up straight and tall as the vehicle drew closer to his store, and apparently stopped right outside. Duke ducked his head gracefully, trying to see who's vehicle it was through the bottom half of the window.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, the bell tinkling loudly as a blast of hot summer air blew in and hit Duke full in the face. He squinted against it until it subsided, then took in his visitor. "Hi Tristan."

Tristan Taylor grinned at his boyfriend across the room, and threw him a spare motorbike helmet. "This place is dead, Dev. Wanna come for a ride?"

Duke caught the helmet and smiled. "Why not?" He leapt over the counter in one graceful leap and headed for the door with Tristan, who opened it for him and bowed him out. Duke smiled and walked ahead of his seme, pulling the helmet on as he went. Tristan grinned and watched his boyfriend's butt move as he walked, before following him to the bike.

"You'd better get on front, Dev," Tristan smiled. "We don't want you to fall off."

Naïve, unsuspecting Duke gladly climbed atop Tristan's sleek motorbike, in front. Tristan slid on behind him, wrapping his arms around to reach the handlebars, and his legs around to reach the kick start. The motorbike roared into life and took off almost instantly. Surprised, Duke cried out and held onto his boyfriend's thighs.

Tristan smiled smugly and they drove quickly through the town, pointing out well known places – their homes, Yugi's game shop, Kaiba Corp, their school… Duke was like an excited three year old, bouncing up and down in his seat and pointing out his favourite land marks to Tristan, who felt the irresistible urge to kiss his adorable koi right then and there. But of course he couldn't, because they both were wearing helmets.

Soon enough, they were driving along a dirt road in the country. Huge trees stretched away towards the sky, their branches hanging over the road far above, causing the sunlight to stream through in a pattern. Everything was silent except for the throbbing of Tristan's motorbike engine. Duke snuggled down in his boyfriend's arms, enjoying the scenery.

It soon changed, as Tristan took off onto a side road to the right. Rougher and dustier than the one before, this road was barely wide enough for the motorbike to travel along. The trees were thicker and set closer together. Less dappled sunlight filtered through onto this track. Duke could see small creatures hopping and running through the undergrowth on the side of the track. He felt at peace with the world, and so happy that Tristan had taken him to this beautiful place.

And still his koi didn't stop. The track wound upwards now, going uphill. Finally they burst out into an emerald green clearing, and the motorbike stopped. Tristan pulled Duke's helmet off, then his own, and eased his loved one off the bike. "Whaddya think, Duke?"

"Oh Tristan, this place is wonderful!" The whole clearing could only have been six metres long and five metres wide. Underfoot was the thickest, lushest grass Duke had ever seen. Swarms of gnats flittered up from one patch and landed in another. They were surrounded by trees on three sides. On the other side a river ran the length of the clearing. At one end a waterfall was falling down to create said river.

"Come on, I wanna show you something really cool," Tristan said excitedly, pulling his boyfriend over to the waterfall. Carefully they inched behind it, without getting a drop of water on themselves, to discover a cave hidden behind the stream of water falling from above. In the middle of the cave floor Tristan had set up a red and white checked tablecloth. In the middle of the tablecloth was a bottle of red wine, two champagne flutes, and a bowl of hot, imported Italian rolls smeared with melting butter.

"Oh Tristan!" Duke cried, hugging him. "This is so romantic!"

Tristan pouted. He had been aiming for "cool," not "romantic," but Duke was happy, so mission pretty much accomplished. He pulled the raven-haired boy over to the tablecloth and sat him down, pouring them both a drink. Duke helped himself to a roll and leant on his seme, enjoying the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Hours later, the wine was all gone, and all that remained of the bread were a few crumbs. Duke was feeling drunk and amorous, pawing affectionately at his boyfriend and nuzzling his neck. Tristan grinned and held his boyfriend close. Duke wanted sex.

Mission accomplished.

Yay! Okay, I am now awaiting requests! You like what I write? Are in love with a certain ship? Even if it doesn't exist, review me and ask me to write you a chapter! It's why I'm here! Please :smiles:

(Especially if you've thought up a ship which doesn't exist, send it to me. I love naming them)