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Valentine's Ficlets	By : Garlyle Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own Pokemon, it belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo and everyone else with the rights to it, which doesn't include me; please don't sue!

Scenario 3: How does Ten (Red) react to getting sexy lingerie from Five (Cheren)?
Content Level: Almost Smut.

Warnings: M/M, Exhibitionism, Crossdressing, Dubious Consent

Red always had a serious look on his face; Cheren had gotten him the gift in the hope of making Red crack some kind of emotion.
Cheren also tended to look rather serious; and thus Red failed to comprehend that it was a joke.
Still, Cheren was losing his calm waiting for Red to leave the bathroom he'd gone into. Cheren had utterly no idea what Red was up to - did he go there to fume? Was he destroying it? Was the impossible happening and he was actually putting it on? The idea of that was mind-blowing.
It was nowhere near as mind-blowing as the actual thing, when Red came out dressed in nothing. Well, not quite nothing, but for a moment Cheren's mind blanked and he swore Red wasn't wearing a damn thing. Then he dared to take in reality, and realised Red was wearing it.
It was so very minimal - a pair of black silk panties, ever so slightly translucent and clearly made for a woman, because it wasn't exactly hiding Red's Pokeballs, so to speak. Well, nothing was exactly visible, but that hardly mattered to Cheren's imagination.
And of course, Red's body was incredible; Cheren had to mentally remind himself that Red was in fact younger than him, because apparently being champion gave you enough of a workout to give you the body of a complete hunk. Soft and yet boyish, all the same - so smooth and goddamn perfect.
As he struggled to catch a breath, all that Cheren could think of was that he was extremely envious of Red's boyfriend at that moment in time. Also that he was glad he wasn't wearing those undies because there was no way he would fit in them at the moment. Hell, the longer he stared at Red, the more he was feeling like he wasn't fitting any of his clothing in the first place.
"D-do you, uh..." Cheren couldn't do much but stutter, and his hand somehow found his way up to push his glasses back up his nose. Trying to get Red's composure to drop had backfired - all of Cheren's composure was gone in front of a male more naked than anything he'd seen. In real life, anyway. And honestly, he looked like those he'd seen in magazines, too - did Red have any idea? Cheren's throat was dry, but he still tried to crack out words. "I mean... doyoulikeit?"
Red stared at him for a moment, then cocked a head in investigation of Cheren's reaction, and Cheren felt suddenly like he was the naked one here, being inspected. Then Red turned and dat ass was walking back into the bathroom, and it took the door closing behind it for Cheren to realise Red had actually been leaving.
Once Cheren calmed down, panic picked back up even as he tried to reign it in. Was Red angry at his reaction? Hell, he had no idea whatsoever was ever going on in Red's head. He calmed himself down, correcting his clothes and idly trying to arrange his shirt to cover his tented pants, occasionally able to make out the sounds of fabric shuffling from the washroom. Red was definitely changing back.
Cheren was glad to see Red marching back out fully clothed again - he wasn't sure his heart could take it if Red came back out nearly naked again - until Red offered the small box containing the panties back to Cheren.
"Oh, sorry," Cheren tried to calm himself, thinking he could finally understand what Red was up to. "I guess you don't like it afterall?" he took it back, cradling it under his arm. Then was quite surprised when Red shook his head in response. "No? So you do--"
Red was suddenly steering him towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind Cheren and sealing the other male in.
Cheren stared at his reflection for a bit, before he clued in. "Wait... you seriously want me to wear this!?"
The lack of vocal response was exactly what Cheren had expected, but he still wasn't sure how to respond to it. He drew out the box, opening it back up to stare at the lacy unmentionables. Instantly, back came images flooding his mind to ensure that he wouldn't fit in them, no way no how. It took him several minutes to calm himself down enough to even begin seriously considering wearing it; and it was only upon testing the door and realising that Red had apparently locked him in - somehow - that he was certain enough to begin stripping down.
Silk, he quickly discovered, was an extremely unusual feeling when worn down south. It wasn't unpleasant; it was just so different from the heavy cloth of his usual undergarments. And it was a little uncomfortably tight, too, even when he was more relaxed.
Once he was done, he was hesitant to look at himself in the mirror. He did anyway, once he put his glasses back on; it just made him feel even more vulneurable to be like this. More than that, something in the back of his mind registered that he wasn't half bad looking himself, kind of tempting really - but he couldn't help but notice every flaw in comparison to his memory of Red in this outfit that he had now permanently engraved into his brain. Eventually finding some sort of agreement with his own comparative inadequacy, he turned to the bathroom door.
"Okay, I'm done," Cheren called out, waiting for a few moments for Red to unlock the door - or unbarracade it or whatever he had done to it to make his will known - then stepped out.
"Oh, hey, you did catch a nice one." Cheren's face went beet red the moment that he realised that Red wasn't the only one looking at him - next to him was his boyfriend, Blue, giving Cheren the most predatory look Cheren had ever seen on a human being before. He walked towards Cheren, and Cheren tried to stop back into the bathroom - until to find his back bumping up against--oh hell that was Red behind him that he bumped into.
When Blue was licking his lips right in front of Cheren's face, the dark-haired youth realised he was trapped.
When Red's arms wrapped around his waist to hold him in place, Cheren's mind was fighting itself over whether or not the upcoming loss of his virginity meant this had worked out to the best result - or if the complete loss of his pride meant this was the worst result.

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Next Episode: Moonlight Cruise. N. Barry.

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