i need to go get myself a red/green icon...
Title: Fuck
Fandom: Pokémon Special
Status: oneshot; completed
Pairing: non-pairing centric (sort of); heavy mentions of Red/Green and Gold/Silver
Rating: R
Summary: Gold has a serious question and Green's the only one around to answer it.
Warnings: heavy mentions of sex and sexual behavior, some adult language, Gold is a loser, slightly cracky?
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"Green."
Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Green could tell something was off. There was Gold, who for an entire suspicious afternoon had been quietly shooting at imaginary pool balls in the back of the Viridian City gym-minding his own business. There he was, looking at Green with wide eyes that begged for his discipline and patience.
Fuck. He never thought he'd grow to prefer Giovanni's offspring, but at least Silver was understandable. Cold, sometimes. Calculated. Green could respect that sort of thing. But Gold was more of Red's type, albeit his hat was far stupider. "What is it?"
"I have a question I wanted to ask you. I'd ask Red, but he's-y'know."
On the mountain again? Yes, Green knew. He couldn't really help but recognize the other's absence when it came up. Sometimes he wondered if his rival was keeping things from him; did he really only go to Mt. Silver to train, or were his limbs still sore now and again from his time spent trapped in ice? Then stone. Then-
"Just ask me."
"How do you and Red do it?"
Green didn't have a drink handy to spit out, but his jaw dropped and his eyes widened and he felt a physical need to lean back at the intensity in the other's gaze. Was he seriously suggesting--? No. Really. No. "You've seen us battle."
"Not that!" The younger boy was smiling now. Cheeky bastard. "You know what I mean. Sex."
Any color left in Green's face drained out smoothly until he looked like a mortified and somewhat offended corpse (or maybe just goth). "What makes you think we're like that!"
"Well, I always thought about it because neither of you ever did anything with Blue and she's-" An appreciative sort of smirk. "And Yellow and Misty can't get enough of Red, right? But he'd rather spend time with you."
"That doesn't mean anything like what you're imagining is going on." Green narrowed his eyes and gave himself permission to relax. Gold was clearly working with flawed details. Assumption alone.
"Right. Thought that, too! But it's hard to think you guys aren't having sex when you were that one time we all went camping."
Blood rushed to Green's face so quickly he worried his cheeks would be permanently stained that blotchy red color he took on when he was too embarrassed for words. Yes, there had been that one time they'd invited their juniors out on a small training session in the forest, but-hey. If they'd been caught, it wasn't Green's fault! He'd told Red it was a stupid idea, but it was the middle of the night and Mr. Grand-Champion Master of All sometimes took 'no' for an answer but never 'this is dangerous, we'll get caught'.
"…That was… unusual for us." For instance, Red had been almost feral about the affair to the point Green had accused him of having some sort of outdoors fetish. And normally, Green was just as engaged and not hideously bothered and too distracted by tree bark scratching up his back to fully appreciate a good blowjob.
"So, you're the one who usually does it to-"
"Why do you care?" Green's hackles were rising in alarm. While homosexuality wasn't such a taboo that he'd lose his gym leadership or Red his title, it wasn't something that anyone needed to know about. They'd hid it from the others so well only Blue had suggested she had an inkling, and that nosy woman-come on! There was no hiding anything from her for long. And, despite all the noise she produced, she could keep a secret. Green had no such high hopes for Gold.
The younger trainer picked up his pool stick and slung it over one shoulder as he started to pace the gym's floor. When he stopped, his expression was thoughtful-for once. A heavy weight seemed to descend upon his shoulders and Green wondered if he wasn't about to admit to something deep and troubling. Had he been abused? Was his sexuality at issue? "It hurt when Silver and I tried."
… Oh. No, Green couldn't handle this. Where was Red? Where was sweet salvation? "You two--tried?"
"Uh huh." Gold seemed proud of himself, again.
"I thought you liked women."
"Silver's sort of like a chick." The boy flinched as if expecting to be hit and then he realized his rival wasn't there and he could emasculate him all he wanted. "Yeah, anyway. It's not about that. It's about Silver. I like him."
Frankly, Green was sorry to admit he could understand, though he guessed it was a different sort of 'it's about'. In Gold's case, Silver must be the exception to the rule-the one man he had any interest in for some reason or other. In Green's case, he only saw Red. Everyone else faded into the background in his presence-even when he was infuriating or gave up or needed a swift jab to the noggin.
"Fine." Fuck. "What sort of lubricant did you use?"
A blank look from Gold.
"… Did you prepare him?"
An even blanker. Was that possible?
"All right, we'll start from the basics. But if anyone comes for a match, you clam up immediately. Do you hear me, kid?"
"Yes, sir!" Gold was all pep and sunshine.
And Green? Well. Green would be calling Red on his Pokégear later and giving him an earful.
Fandom: Pokémon Special
Status: oneshot; completed
Pairing: non-pairing centric (sort of); heavy mentions of Red/Green and Gold/Silver
Rating: R
Summary: Gold has a serious question and Green's the only one around to answer it.
Warnings: heavy mentions of sex and sexual behavior, some adult language, Gold is a loser, slightly cracky?
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"Green."
Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Green could tell something was off. There was Gold, who for an entire suspicious afternoon had been quietly shooting at imaginary pool balls in the back of the Viridian City gym-minding his own business. There he was, looking at Green with wide eyes that begged for his discipline and patience.
Fuck. He never thought he'd grow to prefer Giovanni's offspring, but at least Silver was understandable. Cold, sometimes. Calculated. Green could respect that sort of thing. But Gold was more of Red's type, albeit his hat was far stupider. "What is it?"
"I have a question I wanted to ask you. I'd ask Red, but he's-y'know."
On the mountain again? Yes, Green knew. He couldn't really help but recognize the other's absence when it came up. Sometimes he wondered if his rival was keeping things from him; did he really only go to Mt. Silver to train, or were his limbs still sore now and again from his time spent trapped in ice? Then stone. Then-
"Just ask me."
"How do you and Red do it?"
Green didn't have a drink handy to spit out, but his jaw dropped and his eyes widened and he felt a physical need to lean back at the intensity in the other's gaze. Was he seriously suggesting--? No. Really. No. "You've seen us battle."
"Not that!" The younger boy was smiling now. Cheeky bastard. "You know what I mean. Sex."
Any color left in Green's face drained out smoothly until he looked like a mortified and somewhat offended corpse (or maybe just goth). "What makes you think we're like that!"
"Well, I always thought about it because neither of you ever did anything with Blue and she's-" An appreciative sort of smirk. "And Yellow and Misty can't get enough of Red, right? But he'd rather spend time with you."
"That doesn't mean anything like what you're imagining is going on." Green narrowed his eyes and gave himself permission to relax. Gold was clearly working with flawed details. Assumption alone.
"Right. Thought that, too! But it's hard to think you guys aren't having sex when you were that one time we all went camping."
Blood rushed to Green's face so quickly he worried his cheeks would be permanently stained that blotchy red color he took on when he was too embarrassed for words. Yes, there had been that one time they'd invited their juniors out on a small training session in the forest, but-hey. If they'd been caught, it wasn't Green's fault! He'd told Red it was a stupid idea, but it was the middle of the night and Mr. Grand-Champion Master of All sometimes took 'no' for an answer but never 'this is dangerous, we'll get caught'.
"…That was… unusual for us." For instance, Red had been almost feral about the affair to the point Green had accused him of having some sort of outdoors fetish. And normally, Green was just as engaged and not hideously bothered and too distracted by tree bark scratching up his back to fully appreciate a good blowjob.
"So, you're the one who usually does it to-"
"Why do you care?" Green's hackles were rising in alarm. While homosexuality wasn't such a taboo that he'd lose his gym leadership or Red his title, it wasn't something that anyone needed to know about. They'd hid it from the others so well only Blue had suggested she had an inkling, and that nosy woman-come on! There was no hiding anything from her for long. And, despite all the noise she produced, she could keep a secret. Green had no such high hopes for Gold.
The younger trainer picked up his pool stick and slung it over one shoulder as he started to pace the gym's floor. When he stopped, his expression was thoughtful-for once. A heavy weight seemed to descend upon his shoulders and Green wondered if he wasn't about to admit to something deep and troubling. Had he been abused? Was his sexuality at issue? "It hurt when Silver and I tried."
… Oh. No, Green couldn't handle this. Where was Red? Where was sweet salvation? "You two--tried?"
"Uh huh." Gold seemed proud of himself, again.
"I thought you liked women."
"Silver's sort of like a chick." The boy flinched as if expecting to be hit and then he realized his rival wasn't there and he could emasculate him all he wanted. "Yeah, anyway. It's not about that. It's about Silver. I like him."
Frankly, Green was sorry to admit he could understand, though he guessed it was a different sort of 'it's about'. In Gold's case, Silver must be the exception to the rule-the one man he had any interest in for some reason or other. In Green's case, he only saw Red. Everyone else faded into the background in his presence-even when he was infuriating or gave up or needed a swift jab to the noggin.
"Fine." Fuck. "What sort of lubricant did you use?"
A blank look from Gold.
"… Did you prepare him?"
An even blanker. Was that possible?
"All right, we'll start from the basics. But if anyone comes for a match, you clam up immediately. Do you hear me, kid?"
"Yes, sir!" Gold was all pep and sunshine.
And Green? Well. Green would be calling Red on his Pokégear later and giving him an earful.