Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Friends and Lovers ❯ Chapter1 ( Chapter 1 )

Friends and Lovers

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

DD: Okay gang! Story time!!

YD: *jumping up and down* WOOHOO!!

Yami: I must say Dragondreamer, I think you're pretty brave to do this.

YD: Yeah, well her shrink thinks she's nuts anyway.

DD: Wait until she meets you! *winks*

Joey: Why in the hell did you have to drag me in to your first fic anyway?

YD: `cause you're just too cute, that's why.

DD: Ryou, will you do the honors?

Ryou: `k. Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

YD: Short and sweet…just like you.

Ryou: *blushes*

Bakura: Hands off Dragon!

Seto: Can we just get on with it? I have a business to run.

Note: /…./ Tristan's thoughts

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Chapter 1

(this chapter is a flashback to a day or so after the gang met up with Ryou on Pegasus' island)

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Tristan shifted, trying to get comfortable on the hard ground next to the tent where Tea slept. He stared up at the stars, unable to sleep. How could he, with Joey lying next to him?

Joey muttered something in his sleep. Tristan glanced over to see tears leaking from under the blond boy's tightly clenched eyelids.

"Dad…please…"

Tristan's jaw clenched. Joey was having nightmares again. Not surprising considering the beating he had taken the day before he left for the island. The bruises were fading, but…

He reached out with the intention of shaking his friend awake, but when his hand made contact with Joey's shoulder, the other turned on his side, pressing against Tristan with a small whimper.

Instinctively, Tristan's arms came up, cradling Joey against him.

Joey sighed, snuggling closer, the nightmare dissipating.

/ Oh gods. What am I doing? / But for the life of him, Tristan couldn't let go. It felt too good. Like something out of his dreams. The kind of dreams he's been having for years now.

/ I wish I could tell him…tell him I love him as more than a friend. /

Tristan looked down at the blond head resting on his shoulder. Pushing Joey's bangs aside, he ran his fingers lightly over the cut along his forehead.

/ Poor guy. Always trying to act tough, like it doesn't matter his father beats the crap out of him. Asshole. What I wouldn't give for five minutes alone with that bastard. I feel so helpless./

He could feel the heat radiating from the body in his arms and the puff of Joey's breath on his neck.

/ This is not good./ Tristan could feel himself becoming aroused. / Not good at all./

The sky was lightening. The others would be waking up soon. He had to get out of here. If Joey woke up to Tristan's arms around him, all hell was apt to break loose.

He moved slightly, not wanting to wake Joey. It was enough. The other boy rolled over, his back to Tristan.

Tristan lifted himself off the ground and stood staring down at Joey. He wanted him. Gods, he wanted him so much. He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Turning, he bolted for the cover of the woods, trying to outdistance his turbulent emotions.

Coming to a halt next to a large tree, Tristan rested his head against the rough bark. Clenching his fists, nails biting into palms, he struggled to beat down the need in his body, the fire in his blood.

Unsuccessful, he sank to his knees and gave in to the tears.

Seto: *smirking* Awwww, poor Tristan!

Tristan: Bite me Seto!

Seto: Okay! *pouncing on Tristan*

Yugi: Come on guys!

Joey: Please R&R people…and please don't flame these ladies…I don't think I could handle the backlash.

Bakura: Backlash? Where's my whip?