Whee! Plotbunny, live!

*Trying very hard to bring this newest plotbunny into the world so it doesn’t get birth-strangled… anyways*
Disclaimer: Phantomness only owns this non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfic. Nintendo owns pokemon. So does Shogakukan Comics. Do not take my writings…

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

This _is_ rated PG-13 or R, so I there is sexual innuendo and sometimes cursing, just warning ya…

Chapter 2

Red tried hard to avert his eyes until Lance was finished, but he couldn’t help peeking. Natural curiosity, that…

Well, all right. Maybe it was just… hormones! Yes, that was it!

You can blame everything and anything on hormones.

Lance smirked to himself. Yes, he _was_ Machiavellian at heart. The end justified the means…and if the means were pleasant ones, so much the better.

Well, in any case, he was blushing.

“Arigatou.”

“No, it’s my fault… I should have watched when I was training.”

Lance smiled inwardly. “I see.”

“Um… so, do you want to get ice cream or something? My treat. I didn’t mean to attack you…”

“All right.”

It was just that easy…

He felt Red’s eyes on him as he ate the chocolate ice cream slowly.

Red, meanwhile, was fighting a losing battle with said hormones. It was a very much losing battle…

Lance smirked to himself. * Let’s see… what should I use now? * His fingers played idly with the cuffs of his red jacket. He wasn’t wearing the cape, that would be too obvious, and Yellow might be around. But there were ways around everything.

He could always pretend he had been brainwashed… give Destiny’s amulet to Red that way…

Yes…

He took another bite of his rapidly melting ice cream, but he still got chocolate on his hands. Oh well…

He licked his fingers clean of the sticky confection.

Red looked down as his mind kept offering not-so-helpful suggestions. He’d only just met him!
What was going on?

Why did he feel this way?

He gulped inwardly as Lance stood up. “Thank you for the ice cream, Red.”

“N-no problem!”

Lance released Aerodactyl, waved goodbye, and flew off.

Now, to work with the second stage…

He hummed as violet thread wove itself into a complicated braid. Soon…

First though, he used a clever little twist to block any animosity toward him from the pokemon. There was none, surprisingly.

Did Pika forget also?

Lugia-san must have done him a favor then. He sent a mental thank-you note and then smiled.

Then Red was as good as his… it wasn’t as if Yellow could compete.

Red woke up gasping from another dream.

Master Red? Are you all right?

“Hai, Pika.” Red hugged the little mouse to his chest. “I… I can’t help it.”

Help what?

“Dreaming of him…”

Pika winked. Obviously you like him then…

“Do you really think so?”

Pika nodded. Why not? What’s he like?

“I don’t really know! That’s the problem…”

It had only been a week, and yet…

Yet…

He looked down and blushed. Not again…

If only dreams _were_ real…

< Isn’t that cruel of you, Chosen? >

< Why? >

< I do not understand why you are not just confronting him directly. >

< It is very simple, Lugia-san. But do not worry. >

< All right. >

He nodded to the unspoken take care and continued his weaving.

Black threads mixed with violet as life went on. Guardians wove, after all…

Red woke up from uneasy slumber again the next morning, gasping for breath. His cheeks flushed pink from the heat and also from other aspects.

“Why?”

Well, he _did_ enjoy them, but that wasn’t the point! It would never come true in any case…

It was killing him inside…

It hurt so much… all the longing that would never be fulfilled…

With a sigh, he changed into his trainer’s outfit and went out to train. He had just captured another pokemon with Venus’s Sleep Powder when his heart leaped.

“Hi, Red.”

“Hi Lance.” Red said, blushing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I…”

His mind shut down as Red blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which was, unfortunately, “Kiss me.”

Well, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Lance shrugged and obliged.

The real thing, Red decided, was rainbow-bright and shining in comparison to all of his dreams. Those same dreams now seemed like pale ghosts.

He mewled involuntarily as his hands slipped around Lance’s shoulders and before he knew exactly what had happened, it was over.

But…

It didn’t’ feel _wrong_, per se.

Why? It should! By all intents and purposes he had just given himself to a complete stranger he had only seen once!
But it felt right…

Was it just bodily functions that needed to be fulfilled?

He blinked as Lance slipped a necklace over his head. “Yours.”

Black and gold to match white and silver…

“You will remember in time.” Lance told him, and closed his eyes. In an instant, in a flash…

Yes.

End Chapter

Completed 7/13/04

All right. According to my dream book, in case anyone was interested in the actual statistics, 95% of males have erections during REM sleep… how scary…