Summary: Red and Gold like Green.That would be fine, Green thinks, if they didn’t constantly try to upstage each other in trying to woo him. He was too busy for this shit. Duo Nameless and Imperial/Inspirational as part of a gift montage for a certain @murdeirin.
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Green doesn’t quite realize it at first. He chalks up Red’s mysterious return from the mountain as Gold’s doing, which isn’t entirely wrong... just, not the whole story. Gold had dragged his brother down, sure, that was all fine and dandy. But he started cottoning on a few months down the road, when the boys had started actively flirting with him.
(Yes. It took two months. He was usually quicker on the uptake, but really, his self-esteem could not have been lower right then, and he’d been busy with challengers.)
Silver had taken one look at them, snorted, and laughed at Green when his - protege? apprentice? Silver was no replacement, that was for sure. - his student had brought up the subject.
(He was only running on ten hours of sleep that week. Shut up.)
He thinks it’s cute. It’s probably a passing fad, Gold would turn his eyes onto someone more - ehhh. He couldn’t say achievable - Green wasn’t really the best he could get, after all - closer in his age. That was better. More socially acceptable, at least.
It didn’t, obviously. It started small. He’d find flowers on his desk - random shrubbery from Red, but actual flowers from Gold. He’d walk down from his catnap - or sixteen hour binge depending on what day of the week and how much his paperwork had spawned - from his office with actual food for lunch instead of ramen and/or whatever cereal he’d scrounged up for the day.
It started getting annoying when they began to fight each other over every little thing. He has more food than his fridge could hold, and he knew that they were gloating behind his back whenever he picked one of their special handmade bento, made just for him. Really, he should have put a stop to it, but it was kind of nice to have food in his fridge for once, rather than whatever quick-fix or takeout he ended up getting.
He really, really liked food.
But it got way out of hand when Green had to break up a fight between them that had Silver worried about property damage.
This was the kid who helped him build the damn place - if he was worried, so was Green.
“Okay.” Green says at last, pacing between two shame-faced idiots. “This has gone on long enough.” He glares at them both, and they have the grace look sheepish and apologetic. “It was almost cute when it started, but now? It’s getting annoying.“ He plants his hands on his hips, expression irritated as they shuffle guiltily in their seats.
“Sorry...” Gold sounds apologetic, but he knows without even looking that he’s glaring at Red.
“You should be,“ Green snaps, and they both flinch at his tone. “You took out power in the entire block - do you have any idea how much of a nightmare it could have been if the hospital wasn’t on a separate power grid?“ They look down even more, drooping in their seats. “This dick swinging contest is going to end.“ Both boys choke at his words, and he crosses his arms, expression brooking no argument. “I don’t want to hear it, you two nearly cost me my job.” Lance had not been happy to hear what had happened, and if Green hadn’t reassured his boss that he was going to deal with it, he would have been in so much more trouble.
“As much as I’d love to kick you out, you two are still going to fight over this unless I make a decision.” Both boys have the gall to look hopeful, and he remorselessly slaps it down, not even flinching at the droop of their shoulders. “I expect a date out of both of you. You’re going to book a day with my secretary, and you’re going to take me out for what you think I’d like. And whoever wins, wins. I want no arguing, no attempts to ‘win’ me over, nothing. I am not putting up with more property damage.”
Was he being petty, making both social disasters attempt a genuine social situation? Absolutely. Was it satisfying? Yes.
At least he would get two free meals out of it. Maybe.
Summary: Green doesn’t often feel loved. Red and Gold want him to be. (Or how in a handful of months, Red and Gold learn that they want nothing more than to make Green feel like diamond.) Duo Nameless and Inspiship for one (1) @murdeirin for the gift week conga.
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“He likes flowers,“ Gold tells Red one day over lunch. Ever since Red had come down from the top of the mountain, Green had been in a decidedly worse mood, though the reason why was anyone’s guess. Red looks mystified, gesturing with one hand in a question of why that would be significant. “Because he just got back from doing work in Pallet Town, and he could really use someone who cares right about now.” Gold says flatly. “I mean, unless you don’t.” Red flinches at the accusatory tone, glares at how Gold frames it. Of course he cared! The man stands up, now thoroughly affronted, and disappears. Gold continues eating lunch, a smirk on his face.
To say Green is bewildered when Red arrives, a soft bouquet of lilies in hand would be to understate his confusion. But he accepts the flowers, skeptically eyes the roots while Red hides behind his hat, cheeks red. He’s thoroughly surprised when Green’s face breaks into a genuine, if confused smile.
“That’s sweet Red,” Green smiles up at the man, ducking a little to see under his hat. He stretches up to lay a kiss against his cheek, expression soft and smile warm. Green takes the flowers off to a flowerpot, and Red slowly unfreezes from the embarrassed - but oddly pleased - statue he’d turned into. The next time Red visits, he can see his flowers growing in a pot. He curiously signs a question, and Green’s smile spreads. “They still had roots silly,” Green laughs at him, tugs on his hat playfully. “They took root pretty well, I’d say.” Green leans over to kiss the top of Red’s head. “Thanks for them - They really made a bad day better.“ Red gives a flustered response that amuses Green, and he escapes while he still has the chance.
The next time he sees Gold, the boy is running around with a basket of eggs. The boy waves at him, and he waves back carefully.
“... Green loves Eevee.” He says at last, when Gold stops by him, panting for air. The boy frowns.
“Yeah, he’s mentioned it.” The boy points out. Red shakes his head, frustrated at the lack of understanding. He doesn’t like talking out loud, and he has to emphasize it, using his signing to punctuate his meanings.
He loves Eevee. Red knew how Green adored the fluffy things, always cooing over his Eevee’s ruff and spoiling the darn thing rotten. Gold’s eyes widen.
“Ooooh. I see.” The boy gives a grin, salutes him. “I gotcha captain.“ The boy speeds off, and Red resigns himself to an annoyed chewing out from Green later.
“So, what’s so special about this batch?” Green asks Gold when the excitable boy takes his hand and leads him into his daycare. In response, Gold whistles. Green’s eyes widen at the sound of a lot of little voices of a familiar pokemon preceding the veritable flood of twenty extremely fluffy coats as the Eevees purr on him, clambering over his shoulders and licking his face. Green’s laughing, but this is cute, they’re really damn fluffy, and Green can’t help but fall in love. He barely looks up when Gold guides him into the living room, leaving him to enjoy his afternoon.
“I kind of ignored you...” Green’s embarrassed, hand rubbing against the back of his neck. Gold smiles at him warmly, bumps his fist against a shoulder.
“Honestly, I needed someone to distract the Eevees for me,” Gold grins openly. “I haven’t been able to cook undisturbed for weeks. Feel free to visit anytime you like - I could use a chance to make Pokemon food without them climbing up my legs and trying to get at them.” Green laughs, a faint flush on his cheeks.
“I’ll remember that.” Green says his polite goodbyes, waving slightly as the gym leader leaves to focus on other things for the evening.
The next time Gold sees Red, the man gives him a faint smile and thumbs up. It starts this way, so simply. Green does a hideous amount of work for an atrocious amount of pay, and it’s in their interests to see to it that he’s happier - the rest of the league doesn’t need him to be so stressed out.
But spending time with Green, just the two of them - or all three, depending on what they’re doing - brings far more into play, feelings growing deeper every time they saw the delighted expression on his face, the rapturous joy they had helped bring about.
“I think it’s pretty safe to say we like him,” Gold greets Red with that statement after one of their practice battles. Red looks a little offended at first, but Gold raises a challenging brow and the man wilts a little. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not acting on those feelings.” He says easily, misses Red’s doubletake. “I really like him. I like him a lot. But we both make him happy, and he’d be pretty heartbroken if he had to choose.” Red looks torn, but shuffles his feet in agreement.
“I don’t think he’ll ever pick,” Red says the words quietly. Gold looks at Red, tilts his head up to match the taller man’s gaze.
“And can you live with that?” He asks. Red seems to waver at first, before a faint, determined expression crosses his face. He nods firmly.
“Yeah. I can live with that.” Gold grins.
“Great. Listen, I’ve got a plan for Friday - there’s a movie opening up, and I was planning on taking Green - but if you’d like to come, I can spare an extra ticket.” Red looks at him in interested suspicion, before taking his word as genuine and smiling slightly.
Sounds great. He returns to signing now that the important part was over. He was kind of sad, but after Gold leaves, Red can’t help but smile a little. He was making Green happy. And someone else was too. That alone was worth it.
Summary: Red and Gold like Green.That would be fine, Green thinks, if they didn’t constantly try to upstage each other in trying to woo him. He was too busy for this shit. Duo Nameless and Imperial/Inspirational as part of a gift montage for a certain @murdeirin. Part 2 of 4
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The thing Green knew about Gold and his brother was very simple. They were competitive as hell. If Red made him lunch, Gold would make him dinner. If Gold bought him a stuffed animal? He’d get a giant stuffed plush from Red. They were competitive, they were determined, and they would sabotage each other to stay in his good graces.
(it started out funny at first, but now it’s just really annoying.)
Gold decided to do his date first. It was a bold move for the little shrimp. But Gold had been planning this for a while. He had it all set up even. He’d stopped by Red’s, and made it clear that if Red even thought about ruining today, Green would be pissed.
(Never get between Green and a free meal.)
Gold was a pretty simple kid. Having been raised by Red (kinda) and his mother, the boy loved the simpler things in life. He didn’t have as much cash to throw around as Red did, and so much of his stuff had always been handmade. (or homemade - Green knew Gold could cook.) So it’s not a surprise when Gold shows up with a basket of food and a hopeful expression. Green locks the gym up for the day, takes Gold’s free hand, and they walk. They don’t really walk for too long, but eventually, they make way to the road, and Gold unveils his Natu, who chirps at them.
(Green has to pet him. It’s so fluffy and birds are a bit of a weakness with him anyways.)
They’re in a field of flowers, shades of purple and yellow and smatterings of bright blue and pink in the distance. He’s only been to the Johto Rolling Flower Fields once in his life, and now, thanks to this date, it would be his second. Gold is spreading a picnic blanket out, and Green leaves him be to explore, Natu rolling around behind him. He explored for a while, but had to stop once he realized he’d gotten lost. Natu chirps by his feet, and Green smiles, grateful to see the feathered Psychic-Type. A blink, and he’s yet again by Gold, who gives him a shy smile.
(Hopeful.)
He takes a seat, feels a little awkward at how earnest Gold is, when he can barely muster up the effort for a smile.
After a while of aimless chatting, Gold seems to realize the problem himself, shoulders slumping pitifully. Green curses silently.
(He really wasn’t eager for this date, but the chance had meant so much to Gold, he could at least put more effort into it.)
He reaches out, takes Gold’s hand in his own.
“Hey.” He says, gets a faint frown in return. “You didn’t finish telling me about how you keep eggs safe without incubators in the winter.” It’s an older topic of discussion that he hadn’t had the time to read up himself, but it’s clearly the right thing to say, if the way Gold lights up like a Flaffy is any indication.
He’s not comfortable with dating. In his haste to teach both idiots a lesson, he’d forgotten that. But he shoves it aside, keeps talking to Gold - he’s so excited about this. So Green smiles, occasionally ruffles his hair, and plants kisses against Gold’s cheek when he feels like it. The picnic lasts well into the evening, and Green insists on cleaning up with Gold. Gold walks him (mostly) to his front door, offers a sheepish smile.
“Don’t you kiss a date goodbye when you say goodnight?” Green asks, with a wry smile. Gold lights up as Green leans down to kissing height, the boy putting his things down before enthusiastically pressing a kiss Green’s mouth. It’s soft and sweet - Gold tastes vaguely of sweet peaches, and of the vanilla cake that they’d had for dessert. When they pull apart, Green is blushing, cheeks flush with delight.
“Night Green.” Gold says the words with a blush from his own forwardness, and Green gives him a smile.
Summary: He’s not used to positive attention. But Green loves how much tiny little Ethan seems to adore him, so he lets him. @murdeirin keeps sending me the best ideas, like pointy-teeth Green.
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His teeth snap together around the flailing neck of the Tentacruel, feeling his prey flail and the colored pink blood of it drips down his chin. He has to hide a smirk as his sensitive hearing picks up an awed little gasp at the savagery of it. Ethan is holding still like a good Deerling boy, so Green can’t quite see him, but the way the little boy was so in awe of his hunting came through to his ears. Just for show, he shakes his head, swallowing the mouthful as he splits it from the rest of his prey’s body. He lifts a hand and wipes his mouth clean, wondering at the cute little Deerling boy who had started following him all those weeks ago.
He’d known of them, of course, when Red had come looking for his wayward little ones. Red had been concerned, but Green had assured him - out of their earshot of course - that he wouldn’t eat them. And he wouldn’t. Land-bound mammals were just so... stringy. He absently picks up his meal, hauling it over his shoulder to take it home as he continues to consider the mysteriously attracted little Deerling.
It could just be a lack of preservation instincts... Those particular cases didn’t happen often, but that was usually limited to simply being friendly, and more than one had found their preservation instincts once he’d started openly hunting around them. But trailing so avidly behind him, giving off some delightful little pheromones at the sight of his predatory actions.
What an adorable little Deerling child, with such adorably pitiful survival instinct.
He surfaces, and raises a brow at the sight of Red, fidgeting nervously at the water’s edge. “My,” Green drawls slowly, swimming to the water’s edge with a smirk that makes the Mudsdale shift uncomfortably, hooves clattering against the floor in a show of his unease. Firmly, Green reminds himself that Red is not for eating. He liked Red - for a prey animal, the centaur was strong and a reliable friend.
Even so, he allows his teeth to show in a razor’s smile, eyes sparkling playfully at the way Red shies from him instinctively, before scowling down at Green.
“Stop that,“ He murmurs, rough voice aching from lack of use. Green raises an eyebrow, amused and vaguely curious. “I’m looking for Ethan.” Green chuckles, a breathy sort of laugh as he flicks his tail left and right, casting ripples into the water.
“I haven’t seen your adorable little boy for the last couple of hours,” Green chooses to answer truthfully, noting the scrunched little brow and the moue of his lips - a warning sign. “Not since his big sister dragged him to go see Leaf.” Red seems to relax, but he glares at Green.
“Don’t eat him.” Red warns, and Green lets his smile grow even wider, to which Red steps back, suddenly nervous. Every single one of his teeth are brilliant white in the sun, their viciously sharp edges glittering. It’s an obvious threat display, and Red is rightfully afraid.
“Don’t push your luck Red,” He smiles genially, teeth sharp and overtly threatening as he speaks. “I made my agreement with Leaf not to touch any landbounds.” His teeth crash together in a snap of white. “But I won’t dare let you make remarks against my honor. I am a predator. I revel within the glory of death and battle. I will bite, and you can explain to Leaf your transgressions.”
Of course, all bets were off when that beautiful little Deerling evolved... He would make such a handsome little stag.
Red retreats, and Green flashes one more cruel grin in his direction, before delving within the thoughts of his fantasy. Would the boy’s fearlessness make him stronger as a Sawsbuck, or would he be as adorably meek as he was now? He could already envision the bold, strong antlers that would crest from the boy’s head, stretching into the skies like magnificent branches.
Would the boy struggle to carry their weight? Would he festoon them with decorations to make himself look even lovelier? Green honestly wondered. He couldn’t wait to see what his fearless little Deerling boy would become.
“Green?” The timid little call for him snaps the predator from his silly daydream, lips curling into a true smile at the sight of the little Deerling boy. He gestures for him to come closer, and the fawn does, kneeling by the water at his silent order. He ruffles the boy’s head, feels the slight bumps hidden under his messy little mop. Antlers already. What a fine stag he would be. The boy leans into his touch, his flower quivering excitedly.
“You’ll grow up to be a fine stag someday,“ Green says, smile widening at the unintentional bloom of both fear and pleasure his scent gives off. He leans in, plants a kiss against a forehead. “Go find Red. He was looking for you.” The Deerling pouts, but obediently scampers away. Green watches him go, head tilted.
Perhaps, one day, Green would bring the boy into his confidence, and Ethan might concede to just a little nibble - a taste of his blood.
Summary: Red and Gold like Green.That would be fine, Green thinks, if they didn’t constantly try to upstage each other in trying to woo him. He was too busy for this shit. Duo Nameless and Imperial/Inspirational as part of a gift montage for a certain @murdeirin. Part 4 of 4.
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Okay. Okay. Concrete benefits. Green thinks, sitting down with a piece of paper. He has a list for both of them, already settled with concrete benefits. To his own surprise, one was already slightly longer than the other, and part of him wondered how he had missed it, in the time they’d been with him. Green slowly picks through his list, writing everything, no matter how small. Once he’d gone through, he carefully crossed out what didn’t bother him, and instead focused on what he knew he couldn’t stand. In the end, he leaned back, shaking his head slightly.
He’d call them in the morning, he decided quietly, pushing off to go to bed at last.
He’s waiting for them the next morning, expression set into a firm line. Red and Gold both look a bit nervous, and he tries to soften up a little for a smile at both of them. They both manage to smile back, so he watches them, sees how hopeful they both are.
“I know that you two have been waiting for this,” He smiles a little, gestures for them to take a seat. “I don’t want to disappoint either of you, but I did find one of you more preferable than the other, and that is entirely due to personal reasons.” He gives them both a glance, before apologetically looking at Red. “I’m sorry Red - I don’t think I can see myself dating you.“ He does reach out, takes Red’s hand, the disappointed teen looking at him. “I didn’t mind spending time with you, but the history we have is just too much. You’re going to make someone very lucky someday.“ Green leans in to kiss Red’s cheek, who blushes pink in surprise, though he’s clearly disappointed. He doesn’t let Red go quite yet, and instead, pulls him into a hug. “I’ll still love you, just not the way you want.”
In the end it hadn’t been as tough of a choice as he made it out to be - While Gold’s over-eagerness had been annoying, Red’s disregard for his initial comfort had cost them any chance at a relationship. He bids a dejected Red goodbye, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see how excited he is, how delighted Gold is to be able to date him. Green plops back into his seat, and Gold fidgets in his seat, head down and fingers fiddling together as he does so.
“No kiss?“ Green says lightly, gets a smile from the younger of the two brothers he’d given his answer to.
“Do you want one?“ Gold appears thunderstruck, perks up. Green chuckles, leans in to plant a gentle kiss against a cheek. Gold’s hand carefully touches his face, tilts his head just enough to lay a delicate kiss against Green’s mouth, soft and sweet.
(Eager and hopeful for what could become more) They pull apart, and Green presses their foreheads together.
“Don’t treat this like a game Gold. You’ve only got one chance to prove yourself. I don’t give out second chances.” Gold nods intently - just because he’d beaten Red didn’t mean anything. Now he had the real hard work - winning Green’s heart.
Prompt: His task is done. Six months of preparation, of planning, of making sure Green finally had everything he wanted. Gold was a good boy. Too bad his target never learned how to do that. Final work in the Lovely Boy series, but I’ll probably keep writing in this universe anyways. for @murdeirin as part of their gift conga series.
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Today. Is. The. Day~
Gold is all abuzz with excitement, bright eyed and full of overwhelmingly bubbly pleasure. Green is, as always, amused in his patient way, kissing him good morning over their breakfast of bacon and eggs. Today is one of Green’s busiest days, so his beloved mentor will be home in a foul mood, dying to vent his fury and wrath upon the unfortunate subject that would dare hold his attention. The moment Green leaves with his (unfortunately) normal bento, Gold immediately begins to primp and prepare the house for the day of his beloved mentor’s dreams. He carefully wraps each Pokeball of his greatest gift, whispering gently how they will meet their true owner soon. Each one wobbles in tell-tale happiness.
(natu had done such a wonderful job, planting false memories and affecting the original enough that the details of Green’s journey stood out to them far more than the other trainer’s.)
Today he dresses up cutely, in bright green hot pants and a sleeveless white turtleneck. He’s cute, he’s sexy, and he can’t wait for Green to come home and see all the hard work Gold had put into the present he’d made. He debates between adding jewelry, and decides against it. All of the bruises Green gave him from their rough lovemaking sessions were on display, and were better than any physical gems and jewels that Green could buy.
(not that Green did. he was practical like that)
Gold walks into the bare room, watches his target weakly tug at the restraints. Despite the risk it had provided, Gold knew Green would want them at full strength.
Green’s coming home soon. Gold says softly, stroking a cheek gently. You’re going to beg. He murmurs with a smile. You’re going to beg him to do as he pleases, you’re going to offer your body like the depraved beast you are. Hateful eyes stare at Gold, but they don’t dare open their mouth to disobey. Gold giggles, watches his eyes darken with rage.
You’re so good now. I hope you obey Green just like this. He pats his toy’s cheek, leaves them there and seals the room once more.
Green is in a haze of fury when he returns home, shaking from the sheer force of his anger. It cools nigh-imperceptibly at the sight of Gold, but he is too enraged to speak for several moments.
Tell me you found a toy for me. His rage is incandescent, heavy in the timbre of his voice. Gold walks forward, leans up to kiss a willing, pliant mouth until it relaxes, softens.
Save your anger, Gold tells him, takes a hand and leads him up the stairs. You’ll want every bit of it for after I give you your gift. Green chuckles a little, bends down to kiss under an ear teasingly. Gold flushes an adorable pink at the tender action, knows how Green is tightly leashing his rage, instead donning his affectionate mask once more.
Of course lovely boy, He says amiably, sliding a possessive hand down to cup Gold’s rear through his bright shorts. As he bends to retrieve the stashed Pokeballs, Green squeezes the handful in his grasp, making Gold squeak and jerk upright, package in his arms. Green grins back, unrepentant. Gold tries to glare at him for it, but dissolves into an embarrassed blush instead. All for me? He asks sweetly, leaning over him to admire the gifts. Another of your breeding projects, lovely boy? Gold shakes his head, draws mystified intrigue.
Not really. It’s more of... returning rightful Pokemon, than anything. Green accepts the gift with confusion, unleashes the first from the cage.
The Pikachu chirps at him, trotting forward to twine lovingly around Green’s ankles. Bewilderment, wonder, and absolute awe frame his face as he kneels down, reverently pick up the Electric Mouse Pokemon within his grasp, touching his nose to the other in greeting.
(months of preparation had gone into this. a special diet of human flesh, natu’s blood-thirsty brainwashing, and his own knowledge of the pathetic target’s journey - as well as his beloved mentor’s - had come at last into fruition)
Pikachu chirps again, nuzzles Green, before clambering up on his shoulder and settling contently upon the broad shoulders. It looks so right the way they looked together.
(his god with the invincible beast)
One by one, they are unveiled. Each one is greeted, lovingly. Green moves them to the kitchen, his eyes widening at the feast laid out for them all.
(gold had used six bodies to make all the fresh puddings and steaks and hearty, hearty stews. every meal had fresh meat, and by the time this feast was done and consumed, green would never have to doubt the loyalty of those he had wrested from that worthless wretch.)
Green kissed him so hard that Gold nearly passed out, and Pikachu smirked at him, the mouse knowing his flustered attraction well. Dinner is a lovely affair, all of Green’s deserved partners returned at last, feasting heartily on the provided meal. Once all of them - save Pikachu - have been returned, Green kisses Gold again, all savage hunger and thirsty desire. Pikachu gives an amused squeak, leaping off to find a place to curl up on and observe as Green greedily lays claim to Gold’s mouth.
My lovely boy. How bold you have become. All this for me? Green kisses him again, nuzzles his neck and leaves a few light bites to tease him, other hand tugging the turtleneck down. Gold shivers in delight, prey to his hungry desire.
All this and more. I told you to hold onto your rage for a reason. Green’s eyes go wide, and he looks down at Gold, trembling in anticipation. You don’t think I’d let the thief that took your glory and your team go unpunished, did you? He’s been waiting for you.
Green’s breath catches, his grip turns vicious upon Gold’s hips, creating new bruises that Gold would be sure to show off in the morning.
You brought him to me? Green says hoarsely, unyielding grip upon Gold’s small hips, raw hunger in his tone. The force of his grip hurts a little, but Gold grins up at him lovingly, kisses his mouth with utter devotion.
I could do nothing less. You gave me the monsters that ruined my life, and so I brought the monster that took your lawful birthright. Green shudders at his words, dipping down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, biting down so hard that Gold can feel blood dripping around the teeth, staining his shirt.
You’re mine, Gold. Entirely mine, after this. Mine to play with, mine to keep, mine to love and kill. Green’s words send heat curling into Gold’s stomach. He shivers, cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. Green had never laid such fierce claim upon him.
Green releases him, one hand sliding down to cup his rear affectionately, before squeezing the handful of flesh in his grasp. Show me. Gold beckons to Pikachu, the mouse bounding up to his shoulder, leads his beloved - no, his lover - upstairs.
(he was green’s. he was going to die of happiness.)
He raises a brow, follows Gold into the pristine white room, blinks in his surprise at how clean it is. His expression changes once he sees his prey, who has begun to squirm in earnest, attempting to flee. Green smiles.
(he loves how much green looks like death incarnate in the grip of his rage and anger, looks like a true god.)
Hello Red, Green smiles cruelly, kneeling before the man. He cups his cheek in a hand, kisses Red’s forehead. Pikachu hisses at Red, the man looking bewildered at the sudden change of heart from his stolen starter. It’s been such a long time. Thank you for bringing what rightfully belongs to me home at last. I’ve missed them so dearly. It’s good to see you’ve learned manners. Gold is behind Green, and he grins smugly at Red. Red is shaking with fury, the depth of Gold’s actions realized at last. He lunges for Gold, but Green calmly grabs Red’s face and slams him back against the wall. The brutal elegance of it makes Gold shiver, the boy plopping down to watch, eager.
Don’t even dare to think you can touch what is rightfully mine. Green’s voice is so cold. Red is dazed from the hit, pathetically weak. Gold raises an eyebrow, mouths the words he’d told him to recite with a grin. As he expected, it only enraged Red further. He tries again, and this time he gets harshly zapped by Pikachu, who leaps into Gold’s lap, Gold obediently providing a light petting to his head, a light coo leaving the mouse in contentment. He grins at Red as the man lies paralyzed, too weak to stop Green or Gold.
Red would never speak the words Gold had said, but they served as a fuel for his anger, make him resist while Green destroyed him. Green stands casually, stretches in the luxuriously sinful way Gold loves, and looks down at him.
I’d like my set now. Green whispers softly. Gold picks Pikachu up and settles him upon a shoulder, hustles off to grab the one he knows Green wants.
It’s never been opened before Gold’s eyes. A heavy black case, filled with knives that existed only in Gold’s imagination. Green smiles gruesomely as it is given to him, set to one side. He unbuckles each lock, slides it free. When he opens the case, Gold and Pikachu peer over.
Oh.
(each blade was honed moonstone, their endless black glowing ominously with the Darkest power he’d ever seen. these were weapons to suit the god of the underworld.)
Green takes one and twirls it lazily between his fingers, the blade a blur of movement between one revolution to the next.
Make sure to scream, he grins at Red, lifting the knife.
There’s a difference between Gold and Green, their execution. Gold is still clumsy with his knives, relies upon them much more to help him create art. Green uses them like an extension of him, the implements of pain as much a part of his body as his hands or his mouth.
Green doesn’t hurt the man the same way he does others. Instead, he trails scars over his body - on his arms, on his neck, between his thighs. Each time, a spritz of Potion heals it, leaves a shiny, well-healed scar of tissue behind. Penace.
I will hurt him, Green murmurs softly to Gold. But I want to ruin him first. Ruin the other man who destroyed my life with his body. Subtle strokes render Red a puppet, and Gold obediently fetches a camera. Alakazam trots in, uses his power to set everything up...
And Green films a false confession, using Red to confess to an unsolved murder case - Green’s first meal. He used Red to confess a gory tale, linking him to several of their crimes, of their missing cases that had resulted from Green’s thirst for sweet flesh.
But most of all, he uses Red to claim responsibility for the uprising of Rocket, uses his words to confess that he had killed the Rocket executives, that they had disobeyed him and attempted to contact Giovanni, and for that they lost their lives. He spins a gory tale, and then... Gold shivers.
Seppuku is an artful rendition meant to restore fallen honor, one Gold honestly does not believe the man deserves, but guided by Alakazam, the man spends hours, the moonstone blade dancing within his internal organs, shredding them until they were nothing but a slick brown mush within, the torture spread through hours. Red slumps over, weak, but still moving. Green uses that, sluggishly pinning the blame, the slow slide into the insanity on Professor Oak - his enabler.
Green is smiling when the film cuts off, quivering in place from the anticipated pleasure.
Alakazam teleports everything away, into a sterile room somewhere else, somewhere it would be found by a convenient tip. The media outrage would be incandescent. Green holds a handful of Red’s flesh in his palm, and Pikachu perks up. Green sighs, but allows the mouse to sniff it, curiously investigating it before taking a bite out of it. Green’s hand strokes over the Mouse’s head, allowing him to devour it all, piece by piece, the mouse licking his fingers clean. Pikachu scampers off, and he stands.
I’m going to clean up lovely boy. Green says. He tilts his head to look at Gold, smiling. You’re free to join me. Gold scrambles to chase after his beloved mentor at the words, hears his soft laughter. Pikachu squeaks in amusement himself, wanders off to find somewhere to sleep.
Green is already undressed, raises a brow at Gold when the boy enters the bathroom, a roguish smirk curling over his lips. Green’s hand cups the back of his neck, yanks him forward to deliver a harsh kiss to plush lips, ravaging him without care. He undresses Gold, long fingers nimbly working at his shorts, cupping the swollen growth there with a wink.
Oh, you’re so very ready for me, aren’t you? Green laughs, leaning down to dip a gentle kiss against Gold’s eager, wanting mouth. As you should be. His voice is husky and hoarse, brilliant eyes dark with lust. Green is never gentle with him, instead preferring to nip at the skin, tormenting him and drawing blood over his shoulders. Green gives a husky little moan, teeth worrying a new bruise on his throat. You’re so good you know. He murmurs, hefting the boy up into his arms. My pretty little good boy. Nobody has ever been so good for me. Gold shyly ducks his head, blushing pink as Green lovingly squeezes the flesh in his hands.
All I’ve wanted is to be your good boy. Gold murmurs shyly, as Green mouths against his throat, pushing him against the shower wall, clumsily turning the shower on and kissing him lovingly as the chill spray hits them both, makes him gasp.
You’re perfect. I could have nothing greater than you. Green lowers Gold to the floor, the boy obediently uncurling his legs to stand unsteadily on his own two feet. Turning Gold around, Green sinks to his knees, spreading him open wide. Did you prepare for me? He murmurs sultrily, and Gold manages to nod. What a good boy. Green praises him softly, fingers sliding in to fill him, Gold giving a little whine of pleasure. It feels so good, Green finger-fucking him as praise for a task well done. He can’t help the squeal of surprised pleasure when Green’s tongue joins, the boy quivering as Green uses his tongue and fingers to prod all of the right places until Gold is babbling nonsense, begging Green for more. Green moves on eventually, standing up to lift Gold once more.
He manages to find the railing, hands gripping at it tightly as Green nudges the tip of his cock against his willing and well-teased hole.
Break me. Gold is nearly too far gone to recognize what he’s said, but Green is not, the hands settled upon his hips holding him terribly still. He’s panting softly, so very wanton in the pose of his body, water curving sinfully over his frame.
Gold... That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Green says at last, fingers tight on his hips. Green could break Gold so easily, so swiftly. But he doesn’t, content to toy with Gold, tease him. Gold gives a whimper at the idea, shivering in Green’s firm hold. You know that’s dangerous. The boy manages to look at Green, lips curling up into a smile.
What you do with what belongs to you is hardly going to get an objection from me, Gold’s words make Green’s breath hitch, audible even in the noise of the shower. The younger of the two tilts his head to a side, gaze flickering slightly as he does so. Wreck me Green. His god shudders, gaze scorching as he leans in to push himself in, stretching the boy wide, his hands shifting to wrap around his throat.
I could very seriously hurt you, Green warns, breath hitching in excitement, grip already tightening.
Then do it, Gold says encouragingly, hunger oozing from the words. I belong to you - isn’t that what you said? Yours to kill? Green gives the most delightful little snarl, snapping his hips forward harshly to drive himself deeper into the boy. Gold gives a delighted cry, his air supply cut off by Green’s grasp as it tightens abruptly, getting a soft sob of pleasure from the treatment. Green’s touch is rougher, and he’s freer with his bites, teeth sinking hungrily into the soft flesh, marking Gold as his own.
You don’t get to take this back Gold. I will break you, Green’s voice is predatory, pleasure deep in his tone. And I will break you every time if you agree to let me use you as I please, Green warns Gold.
I’ve been waiting for you to break me, Gold says breathlessly. Please. Make me useful to only you. Green gives a noise that is as primal as it is possessive, the sharpness of his tone the only warning Gold got before Green’s fingers wrap around his throat again, robbing his breath and using the boy as his own toy, hips snapping forward to drive Gold against the wall, breath robbed from him and body forcefully shoved against the slick tile, Green’s smile spreading.
What a good, lovely boy I have.
By the time Green was done with Gold, there was a ring of thick bruises wrapped around his throat, bloody marks bitten up and down his shoulders and thighs from where Green had claimed him. Green has to carry him out of the shower, weak and pliant in his god’s grip. He makes a soft noise of protest at being left alone, and Green chuckles softly at him.
Don’t worry lovely boy. I’ll be back. Gold sighs contently, laying loose and bloody against the bed as he watches his god dry off, Green climbing into bed with him with a loving smile. See? Green teases, pulling the exhausted boy to him. So loyal, so devoted, so good for me. My lovely boy... you and I... we’ll go far. Gold gives a happy sigh.
Summary: I like Imperialshipping. I also like Rocket!Gold. and tied up Green is always my jam forgive me. A continuation of my previous work: Caught. As an additional note, this is not an ideal relationship, nor is it a good idea to consider this one. I have tagged it appropriately, so please don’t come in here yelling about non-con or what have you - I tagged it for a reason.
Also tagging a certain @murdeirin because I should probably write more imperialshipping
Gold was a considerate caretaker. He’d taken Green’s breathless refusal for sex at face value, content to instead pet Green’s hair and dress him up like a doll. That wasn’t really better. But at least Gold didn’t ask too much from him. Green fingers the leather collar that lays thick around his throat. It’s heavy, with a metal ring curled into the animal hide to connect a chain to his collar. He’s connected to the one by his bed, the teenager left with nothing to do but sit in bed and play with the clothes he was wearing and his hair.
Gold hadn’t let him near a tablet or a phone... or a TV. He’d pointed out - rightly - that Green would watch the news, and he’d be upset with what was going on while Red reconquered the League, and so he spent most of his time bored out of his mind. Well, usually bored out of his mind. Gold skips in, and Green sits up, eyes the cute Pokemon in his grasp.
“Who’s this?“ He’s wary of accepting gifts from Gold, though all he’s received so far was cute, feminine panties and stockings. Gold hadn’t insisted he shave or do anything else, but he’d found himself doing it anyways, if only to put up the illusion that he was playing along with whatever twisted game Red and Gold had set up.
Gold gently lays the Pokemon in front of him, and he can’t help but find the little thing adorable. It wasn’t one of the ones he had met in his journey, the soft pink and green egg settled into his arms.
“You’ve been listless for a while, so I thought I’d bring you something nice! Things have been going well, so Red gave me some time off to get you something cute. I still can’t get you a tablet, but I thought maybe a little one of your own?” Gold looks so eager to please him, and he forces a smile onto his face, feigning his pleasure. “I also got another rank,” he says enthusiastically, and Green tries to ignore the lurch in his stomach at the idea of what Gold had to do to become so highly ranked. “And I got a better place for you - it’s got a garden now, and enough space for you to run around in.” He’s so happy about it, so Green smiles at him, before gently leaning in to press a very careful kiss to Gold’s mouth.
It’s not something he does often, but he knows Red well enough to know that he would have delayed Gold’s promotion until the boy was far too skilled if only to pettily remind Green that he could have had more. So he rewards him, sometimes.
The way Gold’s face lights up as he pulls back is nice, and Gold gives him a sheepish look, reaching out to brush his hair out of the way (it’s gotten long, he realizes) and unclips his chain, taking it into his hands. “C’mon! I want you to see your new room.” Green nods silently - the room doesn’t have any personality of him anyways. He wouldn’t be sad to see it go. Gold allows his Xatu to appear, the bird staring at them before teleporting them both into the new building.
There’s a lot of space, Green realizes, taking in the design and open floor plan. There’s plants everywhere, and he realizes with some surprise they’re all ones he’s liked. He can practically feel Gold vibrating in anxious desire for approval, and he glances over, before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against Gold’s cheek. The boy squeaks in surprise, cheeks flushing as he looks up.
“Thank you.” He says the words quietly. He can see everything in the house - and Gold had clearly designed this house with him in mind. He notes that there’s still places for him to be chained up to, but given that he could walk around his own home, he’d take it. Gold’s lips press against his own, and he blinks in surprise. Gold had never initiated a kiss, but It was okay - Green steps closer and enjoys the kiss, keeping his head bent down to keep their lips connected. Gold pulls away first, and leads him to a large, plush bed.
He sighs, but climbs in obediently, adjusts his oversized sweater to cover him again as he settles against the pillows, and then fusses with the egg. Gold kisses his cheek, and beams at him.
“I’ll see you after work!” He promises, and Green gives a thin smile.
“Yeah... see you.” He says to Gold’s retreating back.
Prompt: Now that his subject is home, all that’s left is to clean house of the last available toy, and present Green with his prize. He knows Green will love it. For @murdeirin who inspired the series with that amazing drawing and @askgarymfoak bc you like it too.
Note: If you like my work, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi account - Seniichi.
To take care of the house was a big responsibility. Green trusted Gold to not let anyone in, to make sure that his greatest secret, his most hidden, base desires remained in the depths of mystery. Hiding his real home from the persistent noses of the press and the rest of the league only made Gold tired and grouchy, enough so that he was seriously contemplating a rather extreme method of extermination for the reporters who had made his life annoyingly inconvenient.
But no. Gold is a good boy. Green’s good boy. So he doesn’t stir up trouble that Green can’t smooth over. He smiles and he nods and he pretends he doesn’t want to rip their damn throats out.
(oh, how he missed popping spines out of alignment)
He’s saving his recruiter for last. He wants his prey’s Pokemon brainwashed fully, his gift to Green complete before he even thinks of touching him. So instead he’s warding off curious strays, breeding Houndoom to patrol and protect the shady woodland area Green’s home resided in, training them up so no normal news floozy could dare pierce the protective veil of the much sought-after Gym Leader.
(the travel time from near Mt. Silver to Viridian would be less convenient if Green didn’t already have a few Abra)
Green is home early today, his beloved mentor already in a towering temper, and Gold decides that even if his beloved Natu wasn’t done yet, Green needed the stress relief. He sweeps in to kiss slowly, hands buried in rich chocolate strands to draw Green out of his righteous fury.
Green responds with enthusiasm, pulling him close and caressing his body with open affection.
I’m sorry my pretty little good boy, Green whispers, breath hot against his ear. It’s been too long. Gold smiles up at him, kisses his mouth gently again and leads him upstairs.
It’s okay. I’ve got a present for you, Gold says, and he gets the lovely pleasure of seeing Green’s eyes go delightfully hungry. He leads him up the stairs into his recruiter’s room, and Green gives him a curious little look, watching as Archer weakly struggles against the wall where he lays pinned.
Not much of a present if I’m the one who got it, Green jokes playfully, though he knows how much Gold hates giving up prey. Gold pouts at him, before planting a light kiss to Green’s mouth.
Now what kind of lazy present giver do you take me for? Gold is pouting, and Green can’t help but chuckle at how indignant his cute little love seems. Green apologizes with the softest touch of his fingers down his spine, and the boy gives a happy little sigh at the feeling of Green’s hand over his body.
(the hidden strength that he kept on such a touch leash every time he chose to touch Gold)
He leads Green to a seat, kisses him again just because he can, and then pulls Archer front and center before his beloved mentor.
(he couldn’t call Green his lover even inside his own head. it made him blush too much.)
Instead, he focuses on Archer, forcing the man into a prone position before Green. His beloved Mentor’s curiosity will be sated of course, but until then, Gold will give him the best show he could imagine.
Green’s head tilts to a side when he sees Gold pull out his specially gifted knife set, gives a curious hum at him for it. Gold smiles at him, winks playfully in a way that makes Green laugh, relaxing from the tense, almost paranoid state he’d originally been in.
Oh? Do I get a show, lovely boy? Green asks him fondly, and Gold grins.
Of a kind. He takes the time to sharpen his knives, can feel the unger that pervades Green’s entire demeanor as he watches Gold prepare. Archer remains pinned in place - Gold had taught Archer how futile it was to flee quite quickly - the man was too sharp to stay unless proven otherwise.
He’s not planning on it being a long torture, slow and drawn out. Those aroused Green yes, but what he had planned was simple in it’s elegance. He yanks Archer up, so that Green can see the expanse of his flesh, untouched by any knife. He debates for a second, before deciding why not.
(senseless carnage is beautiful no matter the name.)
The first time his knife goes through Archer’s body, it’s somewhere nonfatal. The resulting spray however sprinkles over Green’s clothes, a few light droplets landing on perfectly sculpted features. Green looks surprised at the savagery of it - it’s rare for Gold to be anything less than refined.
But tonight is not about refinement. Tonight was about vengeance. With no Giovanni to harm, he metes out the personal revenge he wished he could give that monster into physical art. Green is enraptured, unblinking gaze settled upon the bloody flesh as the knife plunges in, stab after stab spraying blood all over him.
(the way Green licks his lips is utter sin, sweeping droplets of blood into his talented mouth)
He finishes it off with his trademark, scoring over the taut flesh of his throat in a glorious shower of arterial spray as his carotid is at last exposed, nearly ending the torment of which Gold had put Archer through. He’s not done of course. The knife is set aside, and he lifts Archer’s body up, one hand grasping at the still weakly moving man’s face. He laughs, crazed and delighted, as he smashes Archer’s head into the floor. He does it once, twice, three times, and keeps going until he loses count, until the man’s skull is splintered under his fingers and his face all but unrecognizable.
Only then does he lean back, fingers bloody and hands aching, but utterly satisfied. He hears the faintest little moan come from his beloved mentor, and Gold only manages to see the crazed, feral desire in his beautiful gaze before he’s dragged into a kiss that is almost unspeakably rough, all teeth and tongue and dominance to Green’s core. Green’s fingers dig into his hip,his other free hand tearing viciously at his unexposed body, forcefully ripping the clothing off of him as his beloved insists on displaying what, exactly, Gold had done to his libido.
His mentor is hot and needy against his thigh, but Gold isn’t interested in giving in quite yet. Gold is strong enough to battle with Green, though he’s not quite enough to overpower him. Even so, he fights. It’s a test of wills and willpower before Gold can spread Green’s arms wide, run his tongue over the bloody flesh. Green freezes at that, and goes pliant with pleasure when Gold’s lips worship his every inch, sucking the blood off of him.
(in return Green licks the hand he’d used to smash Archer’s head in clean, which feels so good)
He undresses Green with all the skill his practice has given him, tongue sliding over every crevice and fold of his flesh, tasting the slightly spicy flavor of Green and the coppery tang of his victim. He moans against the skin, and Gold feels Green quiver under his fingertips.
(it’s so hot when he can leash the man down. it’s like capturing a god.)
The wildness of his gaze seems even stronger now, and Gold shivers at it.
Come here my lovely boy. Green whispers the words, and he is helpless to do anything but obey. How lucky I am to have you, his words envelop Gold in warmth, fingers sliding off what’s left of his clothing, their bodies bare against one another, though the blood from his victim is close enough to touch them. Such a good boy. My lovely boy. All mine. His words are a mantra, a strong hand grasping between them to stroke both of their cocks in tandem, pressing Gold against the floor, kissing him until he cannot breathe.
Green pulls back only to allow him a brief respite, before Green does it again, this time until his head is spinning and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. It only takes a few cycles of this for him to come against Green’s talented, wonderful hand, and Green follows him shortly afterwards, though he has much more planned.
Green’s hands are messy with cum and blood, and Gold makes to clean them off. A single sticky red finger presses against his mouth to stop him. He’s glorious, kneeling between his thighs to wrap messy hands around Gold’s throat, thumb circling his Adam’s apple. He is smiling softly at Gold’s sharp intake of breath.
You didn’t think I would miss this little kink of yours? Green chuckles, straddling Gold’s hips and placing his young love’s hands on his hips. Now now, that doesn’t sound like me, does it? Green is chuckling richly, stroking his throat until it’s a mess of white and red against his skin. Three taps if you want me to stop, lovely boy. he murmurs the words sultrily against yielding lips.
(his greatest fantasy was coming true he could barely believe it he was going to die of happiness)
Green’s grasp is light, but the pressure increased slowly and steadily as Green’s hands pressed in all of the right places to rob the very breath from his lungs. He’s dizzy again, euphoria ringing in his veins and the very world fuzzing at the edges in soft pastels and splashes of blood. His heartbeat is very loud against the muted noise of the outside world, only his Green in focus.
The rush of oxygen nearly makes him pass out, but he gulps in deep lungfuls, feeling the weight of Green’s darkly pleased smile.
(there is no need for a bed, not with the way Green so delectably took care of him.)
In the morning, Gold watches the news with Green, uncaring of his naked state - though Green certainly doesn’t let him move from his lap. The report of Archer, found so brutally mauled and pinned against a wall like a sacrificial lamb is more than enough reason for Gold to spoil Green with an enthusiastic thank you.
