Why do you do these things, ffn. Why. I hate you. I hate you so much. Where is my formatting you rat bastards. Why do you eat my goddam formatting.

This is my favorite ship in 5th gen. I've been hesitant to write anything for it outside of anon because incest and because they might be two thirds of the Shadow Triad, but some real nice folks on a particular other website expressed an urgent interest. I be not ownin' the Pocket Monsters.

000

Cress decides what's going to happen and when.

"My brother wants to take me to bed..."

Chili's fingernails dig into the wooden door frame. Every muscle tenses. Cress slinks behind him, fluid, and three limbs encircle him in the way that a floe freezes over a drowning man.

"My brother could have any girl he wants and he takes me to bed..." Cress laughs. He mocks him, yet comes to his room each night. "Am I prettier than them? Is that why?" He likes to hear Chili say it. "Am I pretty, Chili?"

"You're beautiful, Cress. I love you."

Cress has flitted to the front of him, like steam, and closes his eyes. An order: kiss me. They are exactly the same height. Chili is allowed to take Cress in his arms and their noses brush, then their lips, gently despite Cress yanking a fistful of red hair.

"You won today, Chili. Your battle inspired awe in our Gym. You lead tonight." That's a lie. Chili never leads.

"Cress..."

"Anything you want." Cress pulls him onto his bed. They land on top of one another, Chili's clumsiness outweighing Cress' grace. "I'm yours."

"Do you love me?"

"...shut the door, Cilan mustn't hear."

Chili wishes his brother wouldn't do this. The first time he did, in his eagerness to please the redhead thought nothing of his confession of love hanging between them unanswered. Cress wanted him. Passion waits not for words. He whispered it again after, but Cress seemed already asleep.

Chili reassures himself that Cress must love him. If not he would have someone else. It would be nice to hear Cress say it.

000

Even if Cress were so inclined, at about seventeen females are shamed into outgrowing the want for a boyfriend prettier than themselves. Any man who wants Cress must by definition be plotting to take him as a trophy only to throw him away, thinks Cress. He outshines their wives and girlfriends and lacks the detriments of the female sex, yet they will return to them.

Chili has always loved him and lavished attention on him. Cress' longing for his brother came when Chili grew into a young man, full of warmth, all but shining. Cress adores him, but Chili, being a separate entity from Cress, cannot possibly be trusted. Chili is a dream made real: too good to be true.

000

Chili often dreams of himself and his brother locked in the embrace they have fallen asleep in. Cress inhales deeply, gasping, groaning, taking in the scent of Chili's blood and flesh. He lusts with hunger. Chili's heart aches to satisfy him. "Cress," he says in his dream. "It's okay. If it's my body you need you can take it. All of it. I don't mind if you-" Cress devours his face, beginning at the lips, then the rest of him.

Cress often dreams of suspension over a pit of fire. Only Chili's right hand squeezing his throat preserves him from annihilation. Don't drop me, he tries to say, but the only sound he makes resembles Chili's whimpers in the waking world when Cress thrusts into his mouth a bit too roughly or bites him. "Cress," Chili says in his dream. "Cress, Cress, Cress." Every repetition of his name and every implicit I love you burns. Every repetition of the dream ends when he pries Chili's fingers away and falls. It hurts too much to make him hold on anymore.

000

"Yes." He watches Chili sleep, clothed only in the light from Striaton City that makes it past his bedroom window. "I l...I do. We're...young, aren't we."

000

...this is not the sort of thing I usually write.