A/N: Heheh, I’m trying my best to scare
people! This next couple is my current OTP, and I named it too.
HeroColosseumShipping 3 I like writing yaoi so much better than
anything… reading it too. I’ve never written yuri before, so when I get to that
it’ll surely be interesting…
Heck, I’m writing these
too fast, but my tablet is broken so it’s not like I can do any art anyway.
Well, I could, but it wouldn’t be good XD
Author: Yoru Ryu (Rainy Day)
Rating: R / M
Listening to: I Like the Way - Bodyrockers
Shipping: Wes x Michael
Warnings: Underage sex. M/M. Lets admit it… PWP. I think that’s it
Number 3: HeroColosseumShipping
Idol
It was his birthday. Jovi
had gotten him a Pokeball he was sure she’d just stolen from the Laboratory.
His mother had gotten him a warm looking fleece jacket with Mareep on it.
Professor Krane gave him some sound advice and a ticket for the SS Libra Minor.
Kaminko and Chobin had given him an all-year pass to the Pokemon themed games
in Realgem Tower. Honestly, that was the gift he’d liked most. When was he
going to wear a fleece? Really now.
“Oh, Michael dear! Blow
your candles out!” his mother squealed happily. Grudgingly he obliged, sighing
when the flames popped back again. Everyone in the room cheered and laughed at
the gag.
How amusing.
“Does Big Brother like
his birthday present?” his little blue haired sister chimed. “Jovi’s glad!” and
she skipped off after his halfhearted nod.
Looking around the room
at all his friends and family members as they laughed, chortled or chuckled at
each other’s little anecdotes, he realized he should join in with their
merriment. It was his birthday after all, his thirteenth birthday. He
was a teenager now. Maybe that was why he wasn’t in an entirely pleasant mood.
But what he’d really
wanted was that one thing that he’d let slip through his fingers only the day
before.
That dark figure taking
shelter from the vicious desert sandstorm blowing up. That tall dark, handsome
stranger. Except he wasn’t a stranger. Any trainer should have known his name.
He was the reason they were free to start with. He was the reason Michael had
been free to take on Cipher. He was his Idol. He was the original.
And he was standing at
the bottom of the cliff face, shielding himself and that monstrous bike.
But he’d completely dropped
off the radar four years ago. His former partner, however, was living in Agate
with her grandparents. He used to visit her a lot in the hope his Idol would
drop by, but the wanderer never did. Rui said that was just what he did now;
wander the deserts. He hadn’t dropped by Agate again after he’d Purified his
last Snagged Pokemon, and that was over a year ago.
Michael’s heart had
skipped a beat at that. The hero of Orre was still Purifying Pokemon while he,
himself, was also. If only he’d used the Shrine in the green desert paradise
and not the Chamber back at the Lab… it would’ve been perfect.
Two boys each with a deep
love for their Pokemon, meeting at the purest place in the entire world. But,
no… his Idol was not a boy anymore. He was a young man.
His mother snapped him
back to reality when her camera flashed at him.
“Ah! Mum, don’t!”
“Ahaha, Michael, don’t be
so shy. It’s your big day!”
Professor Krane walked
over. “Yes, and don’t forget that advice I gave you.” No, he surely wouldn’t.
Those had been the most uncomfortable few minutes of his life,
“Um, I won’t?”
“That a boy!” His
mother’s childhood friend walked off to speak with a different partygoer.
“Ah, mum, can I go
outside for a little bit?” Michael asked quietly. He really did not feel up to a
party.
The woman reeled on him,
frowning. “Have you eaten too much cake? Go get some fresh air, dear.”
He hadn’t had any cake
at all, but welcomed the excuse, nodded and left.
When
outside he flopped down in the middle of a clearing off to the side of the HQ
Lab, complete with multi-coloured balloons.
Perhaps he was a little
obsessive of his Idol. But no one ever said anything about the man in
the blue coat. Rui would also dance around the subject. Maybe it was that
mystery that had drawn him in. He hadn’t even seen the Snagger’s face before!
With a heavy and strained
sigh he laid his head in his arms, dozing off amongst the hum of the trees and
the breeze passing through them. He was startled awake as a slick figure shot
past him from the underbrush, heading for the Lab. Springing to his feet with
renewed vigour, he tossed Eevee’s Pokeball forward quickly.
“Eevee, keep your eye on
that Pokemon; let’s follow it!” He dashed forward calling the command. The
Evolution Pokemon followed loyally.
The speedy Pokemon ahead
of them seemed well trained as it darted through its path, but it seemed to
lack the knowledge of where it was exactly headed. It dashed a jagged route as
Michael and Eevee chased it relentlessly, not knowing why. The teenage Snagger
just felt compelled. As they neared it, it became clear the Pokemon was an
Espeon. Wow! A real life Espeon! Whoever it’s trainer must be, they must be
good. But why was it running about all on it’s own? Didn’t Espeons have a
strong affinity with their Masters? Maybe its Master was injured and it was
looking for help. Maybe that was why he felt a pull towards it. He liked to
help people…
“Slow down, Espeon!” he
yelled desperately after the Pokemon as a sudden though hit him. “Don’t go near
the Lab! They’ll catch you!”
Professor Krane really
had no qualms about capturing desperate Pokemon. He’d make a shameful trainer,
in all honesty. But if this Pokemon really did belong to someone else it
couldn’t be caught again, surely.
“Eeeeveee!” His Pokemon
called out after him.
The Espeon came to a
screeching halt; tumbling to the floor as it’s pre-evolution tackled the legs
from under it. Eevee sat on the purple Pokemon’s back, pinning its front legs
by pressure to its shoulders.
Michael came huffing up
quickly. “Ah… haha, Espeon… you-you can’t go near the Lab.” The trapped Pokemon
looked up at him, cursing it’s own physical weaknesses and the well trained
Eevee on it’s back. “I’m sorry, Espeon. You understand me don’t you?”
His Eevee spoke to the
other Pokemon of what he could only assume what he’d just said. It was amazing
just how a trained Pokemon could understand what a human was saying. Just too
bad humans weren’t intelligent enough to grow to learn what their Pokemon told
them in return, Michael found himself thinking as Eevee started squeaking back
at him.
He guessed the Espeon had
agreed not to move closer to the Lab as Eevee got up and Espeon made no move to
leave. “So, uh, Espeon, why are you charging around? Do you need help?” Eevee
squeaked his question to Espeon and it mewled back softly.
From the expression his
Eevee wore the Espeon was doing something important. The Psychic type started
moving back the way it had come and Eevee followed it. Taking the cue from his
Pokemon Michael followed too.
It was a
long walk to the destination Espeon was leading them to. His Eevee was
tittering away to the other Pokemon as they quickly left the lush green forest
area around the Pokemon HQ Lab and out towards the natural harsh lands of the
desert. Thankfully the weather seemed to be holding up. He’d been in a
sandstorm before when his moped had broken down, and it had to have been the
single most terrifying experience in his life… or perhaps second to the ‘chat’
he’d had with Professor Krane earlier that day.
They clung under the cover
of the rock face as the Espeon led them further, speeding up it’s pace. His
Eevee huffed and panted from even under the shadows the cliff cast over them as
it’s tiny legs tried to keep up. Michael only widened his strides. As they
turned into a fissure traveling up the length of the cliff, Espeon called out,
running ahead and out of sight.
“Guess we should follow,
Eevee,” Michael muttered. “Why did it bring us here anyway? Everyone will be
worried; we’ve been out for hours now.”
Shrugging it off and trying
to ignore the heat he ducked under a jutting rock and continued, Eevee falling
back but still on his tail. The sight that met his eyes as they emerged around
a corner took his breath away in one fell swoop.
A young man was leaning
against a wall in the cave he’d just entered, one long leg propped up against a
monster of a bike and running his fingers through the black fur of the Umbreon
at his side. His thick sand-wrought hair fell over his eyes as he slowly looked
up to meet Michael’s gaze.
Espeon trotted over to
the man, plopping down next to him. “What have you brought him here for,
Espeon?” he asked his Pokemon. The Psychic replied with a mewl and an inclined
head. The man nodded.
Umbreon moaned as the
Eeveelution’s trainer got to his feet from under it. Keeping his distance
across the cave he addressed Michael; “You are from the Pokemon Lab, are you
not?”
Michael heard the
person’s query, but as much as he wanted to reply, he was frozen. Both
physically and mentally.
This was his Idol. The
saviour of Orre. Cipher’s first nemesis. The man with the original Snag
Machine. It was Wes.
And now he was standing
only a small distance away and addressing him! He-he couldn’t move!
Eevee hopped out in front
of him, nudging his feet. He looked down blankly at his Pokemon then back to
Wes. “Um, y-yes?”
The blue clad Snagger
crossed his arms, his yellow eyes seemingly piercing his soul. “You either are,
or you aren’t.” He didn’t sound particularly pleased with the uncertain answer
he’d received.
“Oh! I am, I am!” Michael
blurted out too fast earning himself a frown from his idol. Calm down,
Michael; calm down, he though to himself sternly while trying to breathe
evenly. “I, ah, I live in the Lab… with my mother.” Why had he added that last
part? Oh well.
“Is that right…” Wes
trailed off, casting a glance back at his Umbreon lying on the floor. Michael
hadn’t noticed before but it did look very ill. Its fur was matted and clinging
to its body with sweat not brought on from the desert heat, and every now and
then it’d moan weakly.
As Espeon moved to lay
next to his pained team-mate Michael looked up into the face of the older
Snagger, all nervousness gone at the thought of the injured Pokemon. “Is your
Umbreon okay, Mister Wes?”
The scowl that appeared
on the others’ face wasn’t as intimidating as he’d previously though it would
have been. “No. I sent Espeon out to find some Antidote. Umbreon has been
poisoned by a Cacnea’s barb. I had heard of a large Pokemon centre around these
parts, but it turned out to be a laboratory.”
“Ah yes,” Michael nodded.
“But we also act as a Pokemon Centre. We have many of the same facilities the
centre’s do. We-we could help your Umbreon.”
“No. We cannot go onto
the mainland. We’ve vowed to remain in the desert until everything is over. I cannot
risk being seen.”
“Until what’s over?
What’s everything?”
“It does not concern you.
Do not pry into others’ business.” Wes said carefully. “Can you help my Umbreon
or not? All I require is an Antidote. I don’t have much money but I believe I
can pay you sufficiently for one.”
Michael shook his head
quickly. “I’ll go get one now! But you don’t have to pay for it. It’s for
helping a sick Pokemon, accepting money wouldn’t be right. Poke Centres don’t
charge and neither do we.”
“Then I appreciate your
kindness” Wes said quietly, turning back to his Umbreon and sitting down next
to it again. Michael watched as he bowed his head and resumed running his hand
over the Dark Pokemon.
Looking around he guessed
that was his prompt to leave.
He
returned as fast as was possible, this time taking his little moped. Eevee had
had to return to his Pokeball as his Idol’s Espeon had tagged along again to
show the way back. Professor Krane and his mother had questioned where he’d
been for the past two hours and his usual excuse of battling a trainer held
strong. After all, it was his birthday and if he wanted to battle a stranger
then he could. It was also one step closer to purifying another Pokemon.
The scene was exactly the
same as he emerged around that corner in the cave. It was almost as if he’d
never left. The older boy seemed not to have noticed him as he stood at the
entrance, not being able to work up the nerve to move closer. The man’s aura
was intoxicating.
“M-mister Wes, I’ve got
the Antidote…”
Lifting his free hand Wes
waved him over. One slow step at a time took him to stand by the Snagger’s side
anxiously. He placed the bottle of poison antidote in the man’s gloved hand and
watched as he beckoned the sick Pokemon’s head so it could take the foul
tasting mixture.
The Umbreon quickly
drained the small bottle of it’s liquid and with a sigh, lay back down. Even if
the mixture was foul in taste it was much better than the acid racing through
the lithe body from the poisonous barb. The desert truly was a dangerous place.
Several long moments of
silence only interrupted by the Dark Eevelution’s breathing passed. Michael
continued to watch the Dark type as well as throw discreet looks to the other
trainer as well. After a while the Pokemon’s heavy breaths calmed to a normal
pattern, and as it rolled over to sleep the red haired Snagger was sure he saw
a smile ghost across the face of his Idol.
Wes remained on the floor
but removed his hand from Umbreon’s fur as both his ‘eons napped silently along
side him. He lifted his head to look through his hair at the young child.
“Thank you…”
“Michael.”
“Ah, I thank you,
Michael,” he nodded lightly. “I was hoping Espeon could have retrieved the
Antidote without drawing anyone’s attention, but I’m also glad he found you.
Everything seems to have worked out well after all, and I’d be even more
thankful if you didn’t mention to anyone that I was here…”
Starting to feel very
uncomfortable at standing over the older Snagger like he was dominant in the
conversation, Michael smiled in return. “But, I heard people are still looking
for you… and-and… and Rui says she misses you.”
“You’ve met Rui?”
“Yeah, I’ve been to Agate
before. I’ve been, well you see, Cipher… they came back and I-I’ve been
fighting them.”
Michael swallowed
nervously as the other Snagger’s face darkened at the mention of Cipher. “I’d
heard rumours of their return, but I assumed they were only rumours.” He looked
up at Michael clearly for the first time. “You’ve been catching Shadow Pokemon?
Do you have a Snag Machine?”
Gritting his fraying
nerves Michael nodded again. “A group of scientists made another Snag Machine
in the HQ Lab.”
“Is that so…?” Wes said
to himself. “Well, you seem to be handling the situation fine.”
The smile that broke out
on Michael’s face threatened to split him in two. A compliment from Wes! Or, as
close as a compliment he’d get he assumed. “We’ve also got a Purification
Chamber in the Lab! It can purify more than one Pokemon at once! Over five
even!”
Wes looked down. “Sounds
very unnatural to me. Do you also use the Shrine in Agate?”
“I did at first, but now
I use the Chamber. Professor Krane went to the trouble of making it so I really
should.” Michael replied, seemingly oblivious to the others’ first comment.
Another long period of silence followed and Michael found himself edgy yet
again. Why was he towering over the older man like he was? It seemed so wrong.
Looking back at the ‘eons
Wes sighed quietly. “How do I repay you for your trouble, Michael?”
The redhead jumped. “Oh,
y-you don’t need to do anything like that. I was glad to help and it was nice
meeting you.” It wasn’t a lie.
The older Snagger
suddenly chuckled drawing a confused and slightly worried look to the young
boy’s features. “You’re so humble for a child.” He’d honestly thought all children
were selfish little brats. But this one was nice. And innocent. How he wished
he’d been like this child when he was that age. Glancing at the blush as it
spread across that small face Wes smiled, kicking his leg out and tripping the
boy.
Michael squeaked as his
feet were kicked out from under him. He squeaked again as he looked up from the
darkness he’d landed in to find his face only a few mere inches away from the
older man’s. Letting his eyes wander quickly he found he was sprawled over the
Snagger’s body and the darkness was the dark cloth covering the chest
underneath him. As the panic set in he jerked up to get away! What would his
Idol think of him? Surely he’d think he was a disgusting child now! Falling on
him like that…
I mean, sure, he’d dreamt
of things like this, or what a situation like this would lead up to, but his
partner had never had a face before. He was always shrouded in darkness, but he
knew it was the older Snagger who was with him those nights he’d wake up
sweating with wet sheets. It’s not like he’d ever admit it to the man though!
He had to get away!
As he jolted back a gasp
caught in his throat as he felt strong arms wrap around his back and pull him
back down again. His eyes darted around the cave wildly as he felt himself trapped
and Wes sigh from underneath him. What the hell was going on?
“You’re so humble,” Wes
repeated himself, tightening his grip. Michael honestly couldn’t talk. “ I know
how to thank you.” And with that he pulled Michael’s face to his own covering
their lips.
Michael’s eyes widened to
impossible sizes as his Idol took his breath away in a rough kiss, wasting no
time in pushing his tongue in his mouth. It didn’t take long before he let his
eyes drop shut and returned the kiss as best he could. He was only impersonating
what he’d seem on television. Dreaming about something and actually doing it
were two completely different things. At least in his dreams he could pretend
Wes was enjoying it as much as him. But the older boy didn’t seem to mind as
their tongues brushed each other and drew a whimpering moan from Michael’s
throat.
Pulling back Michael
tried to catch his breath. Wes was watching him with interest. “You… what was
that?” Not that he minded. He actually hoped that hadn’t sounded too
off-putting, but he really needed to know. It was so sudden.
He felt the man in blue
shift under him, sending a shiver through his body. The man’s trousers were so
thin he could feel how strong his legs were from riding that bike. Oh man…
“I’d like to thank you
for going through the trouble of helping Umbreon.” Wes replied stoically, like
they’d just not had their tongues in each other’s mouths.
“A simple handshake
would’ve done!” But this was much better.
“That doesn’t thank
people.” Wes stated. “This is what we did in Team Snagem.”
Oh.
So he’d been thanking
people like this since he was a child.
“But you aren’t in Team
Snagem anymore,” Michael whined trying in earnest to ignore the sensations that
where speeding around his body. It wasn’t made easy as the older Snagger kept
trailing his hands further down his back dangerously close to his arse.
Wes leaned his head
forward to nuzzle the young boy’s neck. “But people still like to be thanked
this way.” The vibrations of his voice on Michael’s neck sent a shiver across
his whole being to pool between his legs. Oh, that was it.
He surrendered to the
sensation of his Idol licking and kissing wet trails across his throat. Lifting
himself up and tilting his head he settled himself in Wes’ lap with a happy
moan as he felt teeth scraped across his skin.
As Wes traveled down each
piece of the young Snagger’s clothing was opened, ripped or tossed aside. It
was a sinfully slow process. Michael began writhing under the talented gloved
fingers as they caressed his open chest. Frowning down at him Wes bit his
gloves with his teeth and pulled them off, throwing them away haphazardly.
Michael was straining under the pressure to hold his gasps and moans in, in
fear of awaking the Pokemon still lying at Wes’ side.
He threw his head back,
clenching his teeth as one of his nipples was engulfed in the warm cavern of
his Idol’s mouth. His own hands must have been digging in painfully on the
Snagger’s shoulders as he continued to refrain from calling out. This was going
to be his favourite dream for the next fortnight as he felt Wes switch nipples.
Though, it wasn’t fair
how he was losing a lot of his garments and Wes got to remain covered. He
wanted to see the other boy, no, it was man now, he had to remember that. He
pulled the man’s head up to kiss him again and let his hands leave the strong
shoulders (why was the man’s Snag Machine turning him on?) to pull at the
padded coat. The older Snagger laughed into their kiss as he gave up and placed
his hands on the chest he’d been knocked onto.
“Ah!” He finally let out
a groan as hands cupped his arse and yanked him against the bigger body, crotch
to crotch. His erection rubbed up against the hard cock he’d influenced in Wes.
And without thinking of
how embarrassing it might appear, the red haired Snagger braced his legs
against the hard stone floor and began bucking against that much bigger body.
The whimpers started escaping his throat as he closed his eyes as the
delightful friction ran across his skin. A quiet and restrained moan from the
body he was attacking spurred him on, driving his desperate thrusts on wildly.
Wes rested his head
against the ridged rock wall as he let the younger boy draw his own pleasure
out. The child was so modest so he guessed he’d have to be the one to take
control once this little fit was over, and judging from how mad and uneven the
humping was becoming it wouldn’t be long. Most of the men from Team Snagem had
preferred to pound into his own body, praising his lithe body afterwards. Maybe
that was why they had never fed him much.
Actually, this was the
first time he’d had to thank someone since he’d left the Team. People were
always thanking him when he was with Rui fighting against Cipher.
Though, all they did was smile or give him something he might finds helpful
later on.
He was brought back to
the real world as Michael drove against him one last time before be watched the
youth’s blissful expression and could feel the warmth against his own cock. The
younger boy slumped against his body, gasping desperately.
“Oh, oh… I’m…” Michael
couldn’t finish his thought as he shivered lightly. Everything was suddenly
cold despite being in the desert. He pushed himself away from Wes, bright in
the face. Wes wore a slightly veiled smile as he looked back.
Without another word he
threw his hands to under the younger Snagger’s arms, lifting him out of his
lap. Michael looked horrified at the action of being rejected but heaved an
internal sigh as he was sat back down in that inviting lap minus his trousers
and underwear. That made him relieved yet nervous at the same time. Lacking the
thick material of his trousers he could delightfully feel the older man’s
arousal against his stomach. He hummed as he felt long fingers exploring his
arse before one suddenly penetrated him.
He winced, dropping his
head to Wes’ shoulder as that single finger probed his entrance carefully. He
began panting as a second finger was added shortly after and he felt a tongue
licking around his ear. He couldn’t help quivering as each tingle a thrust of a
finger sent through him, filling his cock again.
As he began meeting each
finger-thrust he turned his head up to suck in Wes’ neck under his chin. He
grinned gleefully when he drew a moan from the quiet man’s mouth. As he met
each and every one of Wes’ thrusts with three fingers in him the Snagger
removed them pulling a disgruntled whimper from Michael.
The younger Snagger began
wriggling over the hot body enjoying the faces his Idol made trying to hold
back any noise. Wes swiftly kissed the redhead again as he pulled on his own
trousers freeing his burning member. Drawing his hands down to the youth’s hips
he lifted the boy up holding him so the tip of his cock nudged the entrance to
that delicious warmth.
Michael squeaked and felt
a thrill of excitement and anticipation race through him. He looked at Wes to
see he had a pretty much blank face, but that hidden smile was still visible to
him, and those flushed cheeks…
Grasping the man’s
shoulders he plunged himself down. He cried out despite the Pokemon laid next
to them as pain shot through him. As the tears began to form in his eyes at the
horrible sensation Wes once again covered his lips to thrust his tongue in.
He tried to concentrate
on the feeling of the other tongue in his mouth, but the cock filling him was
stretching him painfully even if neither of them were moving. Pulling away from
Wes he bit his lip and rose up before slowly falling down on the shaft impaling
him. He was determined to make this like his dreams. After trying to pull
himself slowly along Wes and the pain not going away he dropped his head to the
Snagger’s shoulder again and tried violently impaling himself.
Wes frowned at the boy
despite how good it felt to himself. The child was roughly impaling himself
over and over so he decided if he was that determined, he lifted his hips
catching Michael off guard.
As he felt Wes thrust
into him a thrill of something ran over him. His Idol wasn’t frowning either;
that made him feel much better as he set up a rhythm with the man.
Soon their quiet gasps
and groans mingled with each other creating a chorus echoing across the hollows
of the cave walls. Michael wrapped his arms tightly around Wes’ neck and bit
into his arm to keep from screaming as each driving thrust sent searing hot
pleasure tearing through him. He couldn’t believe the feeling.
As the young Snagger
bucked up and down over the man sitting on the floor Wes didn’t think he could
last much longer. It was a completely different experience to be on top than
being bottomed. The tightness around his aching cock was unbearable as he
jerked his hips up trying to find that certain spot hidden in the other’s body.
Michael coughed into his
arm as he felt his prostate jabbed quickly and unintentionally alerted his
lover of that fact. Every other thrust after that Wes would aim to pierce the
gland, but aiming meant he needed rational thought and that was fast becoming a
fading memory. He could hear the slapping of the cock pounding into him against
his skin and his balls chafed against the fine material of the older man’s
trousers.
He began muttering
incoherent language into his bare arms as he bit down harder, his entire body
been lifted up each time that gorgeous cock rammed into him. As had happened to
him before he could feel the tingle deep in his stomach and he knew he would
not last much longer.
Wes watched the boy’s
face as he moved both his hands to dig his fingers in each arse cheek of the
child while bucking up at a maddening pace. Every time he couldn’t bite back a
moan he tossed his face in Michael’s hair to muffle the sound. The internal
muscles he was pushing through began clamping down on him harder and he knew as
soon as the other Snagger came it would all be over.
“Ahhhhh!” Michael cried
out jamming himself down on the throbbing shaft buried deep in him, drawing it
in further. His vision blurred uncontrollably and his orgasm rolled out of him
spewing his cum all up his chest and Wes’ coat. His inner muscles fixed in on
the cock impaling him effectively pulling Wes’ orgasm from his own body. Warmth
shot up into him as the body beneath him shuddered and they both fell limp.
“Oh, you’re… such an
innocent boy” Wes said softly through a sigh as he felt his cock still encased
in that little body and wet with his own seed.
“I-I’m sorry…” Michael
couldn’t bring himself to even say his Idol’s name. Had he taken advantage of a
man who’d been abused all his life or had he been seduced by said man? He
didn’t understand the situation.
With a gasp he drew
himself off the limp member to sit on the cold floor. He could feel the semen
in him and he was sure if Wes hadn’t been so big it would be dribbling out
right about now. Pulling his clothes on he stood awkwardly looking down at the
man he’s just lost his virginity to. The Snagger was sat with his head back as
he put himself away, breathing calmly.
He looked up like nothing
had just happened. “Again, thank you for your trouble… Michael.”
“W-what? Oh, it was no
bother… I guess. You’re welcome.” It just didn’t seem right but he smiled
anyway as he watched Wes resume petting Umbreon. He really did love Pokemon.
“Are you going to be
around much longer?”
“We’ve got to be gone by
dawn tomorrow. It’s safer that way.”
“Okay,” Michael frowned.
“Perhaps we shall… stop
by on the occasion.” And that was the last thing he said as silence rang out
around the cave. However, as Michael turned the corner; “Happy birthday,
Michael.”
He’d just caught it as he
left, but he spared the older Snagger by not returning, smiling. How did he
know it was his birthday? It was a dream come true, quite literally. He hopped
on his moped to return home before it got dark. He’d face a barrage of
questions about where he’d been during his whole birthday party, but they could
wait. He was too giddy to care at the moment.
But was his Idol so
broken he thought sex was a good way to repay someone? The redheaded Snagger
snapped his fingers. Then he’d vowed to help him! First he had to find the man
again and make him a friend. Friends were the most important things in the
world. He smiled and headed back to the Lab with that merry thought. He was
going to be friends with Wes!
A/N: Third attempt at a lemon XD If I
hadn’t have read so many I’m sure these would be terrible, if not including my
horrid grammar! Isn’t it amazing how characters never question their sexuality
or mind that they’ve just been seduced. And this was my idea to do a doujinshi
too, gasp! ‘cept the doujin had boat loads more angst.
Bloody spellchecker
automatically correcting words it isn’t meant to. Anyway, as usual leave a
review on your way out before you slam the door in my face, disgusted!
Requested
Couples/Shippings:
NeoIdolShipping --
Lance x Marina
StyleShipping -- Wallace x Lorelei
Edited/spelling and grammar checked and posted by Shadow/Phantomness with Rainy Day’s permission. Posted by Rainy on ff.net on 11/15/06