Romanticizing this couple is what I do best. That is my end all, be all.

Enjoy.

Spider Web!

He didn't mean for this to happen, but how could he say no to such a pretty little face?

"A-Aaron, ah, w-wait…!"

He couldn't think straight with the younger male's tongue dragging down his neck, stopping to nibble at his soft spots. Lucian wasn't pushing him off, nor was he struggling to get away from the loose grip Aaron had on him. The younger male purred and kissed Lucian's neck nimbly as his fingers brushed against the older man's belt buckle.

"We…might be caught…" Lucian whispered, hastily looking around underneath heavy eyelids. Aaron chuckled in response and pushed Lucian back on the headboard of the bed.

"You're thinking too much again," Aaron said. "Just let it happen."

As much as he wanted to say no, body took over mind. Getting caught was the last thing Lucian wanted; this could put his job and his relationship with Aaron at risk. The younger Elite stopped his kissing and touching when he saw his lover's worried face. The greenette smiled and wrapped his thin arms around Lucian's neck, pressing his lips against his superior's. Lucian, acting along with his body's accord, kissed back and relaxed himself. They've done this so many times before. What could one more time—one more time where they're not supposed to—hurt?

The lavender-haired male pulled away and looked at the dark-colored door that was inauspiciously closed. Yes, he knew that it could open at any moment. Yes, he was paranoid that the worst was about to happen. But…it's Aaron. How could he ever say no to his Aaron?

Lucian looked into Aaron's vibrant green eyes and softened his expression. It's the only truly bad thing he's ever considered doing—punishment comes lenient for those who do no wrong, right?

The lavender-haired male brought a shaky hand to the side of Aaron's face. He smiled and allowed his thoughts to dissipate.

A few weeks earlier…

Becoming a new member of the Elite Four is a monumental occasion for everyone except the new member of the Elite Four. Aaron had quickly gotten over the initial buzz of Elite high-life a day or two after moving into the overelaborate castle which housed the paradigms of society. It was just a lot of hype to the teenager, and even though he is still very excited about his new aptly elitist position, everyone else seemed so much more thrilled…for the wrong reasons.

A Bug-type specialist, they said, how long will it take before the Sinnoh League realizes their terrible mistake and boots this net-waving child back to the Eterna Forest where he belongs? Aaron had been the butt of this joke for a really long time, and now he didn't care. As a child, he was often ridiculed for being a Bug Catcher; he lost many battles with what other older kids called "stupid, weak Bugs." Still, he didn't give in. He trained harder and, to the surprise of many of his regular bullies, became Gym Leader of his hometown, Eterna City. His loss count deflated as years went by. Recently he felt confident enough to take on the Elite Four and claim new fame.

It's been one week since Aaron was chosen to become an Elite. He's very easygoing and personable therefore making friends wasn't a problem. He grew close to Flint in no time, since they were close in age and found the same things amusing. Flint introduced the boy around the place and taught him the inner workings of the League. The two boys were completely inseparable (save for the days Flint would leave and hang around Sunyshore City).

Aside from his redheaded friend, everyone else treated the new Elite kindly. Bertha, the eldest of the Elites, saw Aaron as some precious little grandchild and pinched his cheeks whenever she had the chance. Aaron didn't mind it; in fact, he sort of liked the attention from her. Even the Champion was nice to him. She was prone to petting his head and giving him hugs, such as an older sister to her little brother. Although Aaron believed that Cynthia would never see him as anything more than a cute little kid, being the object of her (sisterly) affection was good enough. The League and Aaron meshed well together.

But then there was…him. Allegedly, he is strongest Trainer in Sinnoh, rivaled only by Cynthia. He seldom spoke to anyone, not even Champion Cynthia. In retrospect, he might have only said a total of four words to Aaron: Welcome to the League. Nothing more, nothing less, not even his name. His voice was so quiet, nothing was even heard. This wasn't a huge deal to Aaron, but it would be courteous if every time they were in the same hallway, he would acknowledge the "good morning" thrown out at him, at least letting him see his face. The other man wasn't rude, maybe just…absent. Understandable, since the man was always nose-deep in some book that was clearly more exciting than a brand-new Elite. The Man who Reads, Aaron titled him, is just a miniscule, insignificant enigma that the boy had no interest in unmasking.

On the second week of Aaron's arrival, he decided it was time to start training like an Elite. The young Elite quietly made his way outside of the castle early in the morning and into the grand, flowery maze at the back. Cynthia had once or twice, around noon, walked out and observed Aaron training his Pokémon diligently. She was pleased to see that he was so motivated. After a while, she would go back inside and leave him be.

When both he and his Pokémon were exhausted, Aaron called it a day and spent the rest of the afternoon in Flint's room. The redhead had two large beanbag chairs in front of his television set, the red one claimed by himself and the orange one reserved for Aaron. As the two boys sunk into their seats, Flint pulled out a portable gaming system from his pocket and engaged a conversation while keeping his eyes on the screen.

"So, man of the hour, how's week number two of fame and fortune? Enjoying the cameras? The fans? Are you giving your fanbase some love?" Flint asked. Aaron snickered and rolled his eyes.

"Fanbase? What do you mean fanbase? Are you telling me that I get free fans to kick-start my fame?" Aaron asked.

"You'd be surprised how quickly people are to jump on that shit. Any time Trainer fame pops up in the media, everyone suddenly wants to have their babies. It works especially well when you're cute, though, and you fit the bill. You're a pretty boy, a teen heartthrob." Flint said, looking up from the game momentarily to wink playfully at his friend.

"I seriously don't get the big deal," Aaron shrugged, "I'm an Elite, so what? Shouldn't I be the one most hyped up about it? I mean, I'm literally living my dream right now, but people blow this way out of proportion. I'm not denying that I'm pretty, either, but people wanting my babies? I'm seventeen, Flint." The younger Elite raised a brow to the idea of screaming fans following him everywhere he went. How annoying, he thought.

"So? I was eighteen when I became an Elite. As soon as it happened, I was drowning in hot babes. You can't tell me that you wouldn't want horny half-naked chicks rubbing up all over you. That's living the dream, my man." Flint nodded, amused by himself. Aaron laughed, but shook his head 'no.'

"That's kind of gross," Aaron smiled. Flint scoffed and arched an eyebrow.

"What?! How is having all the free sex you want gross? What's the matter with you?" Both boys laughed at their own immaturity, but Aaron still disagreed with these statements.

"It just is. Girls are gross." Aaron said simply, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Flint looked up from his game and eyed his friend suspiciously. "Either you're a taller-than-normal eight year-old, or you're…you know what, I just don't get you, bug boy. You're some kind of special snowflake."

"Special snowflake?" The younger Elite questioned. Flint looked back down at his game with a grin.

"Shut up."

As evening crept up over the region, Flint received an unexpected phone call from best friend Volkner, who as usual was bored and felt like having a late-night adventure. The redhead threw a light jacket on his back and cut his time with Aaron short. The younger Elite, though disappointed that he was being left alone with nothing to do, understood and left his room. Flint was well on his way out as Aaron was just beginning to cross hallways and lock himself in his own room. He heard the front door open from upstairs and Cynthia's voice promptly asking where Flint was going out this time of night. The greenette chuckled at the situation but walked off, both voices growing distant the closer he was to his room.

The young Elite put his hands behind his head and walked on, thinking about what he'll do now that his only source of entertainment was gone. There was one more turn in the hallway before arriving at his door, so his thinking time was limited. Sometimes he wanted to ask Flint if he could join him and Volkner going out and doing whatever they do, but he was only Flint's friend for such a small amount of time. Maybe when the time comes, Flint will be the one to invite him on one of these nightly excursions. Who knows, maybe Aaron could—

Bump.

Aaron was so lost in thought that he forgot to pay attention to the path in front of him. As he was turning at the bend, he ran into some other moving force. Aaron gasped and almost fell back, but stopped himself and took a moment to regain his balance. His green eyes looked down to see shiny black loafers attached to crimson slacks. Slowly his vision rose up to the crimson suit attached to the slacks and soon to the book attached to the pale hands obscuring the view from the head attached to the suit. The book lowered and half-lidded eyes behind purple lenses looked directly at Aaron.

"Oh…s-sorry…" Aaron whispered.

The Man who Reads, in all his silent glory, had bumped into Aaron. The younger male looked back into the man's eyes with some sort of inquisition. He and The Man who Reads hadn't the pleasure of having their usual one-sided, one-sentence conversations together in a while. Aaron had almost forgotten that this man even existed. As Aaron looked at him, frozen, the man stared at him intensely. The silence was uncomfortable, and the man's gaze was chilling. What's going to happen, Aaron thought. This is the first time the two ever made any sort of contact with each other. In a sense, the younger Elite was inexplicably excited; maybe he'll actually say something to him, anything at all.

The visual contact was broken shortly thereafter when The Man who Reads brought his book back over his eyes and walked around Aaron, going on his way. Aaron stood there, somewhere between feeling confused and horribly disappointed.

"We finally make some kind of human contact and he still said nothing to me?" The boy was unamused. "He bumps into me and doesn't even say sorry?! Okay, now it bothers me."

Acting quickly, Aaron turned on his heel and tried to hunt down the man. "Hey, wait up!" He was almost to the next hallway when he finally caught the man again, walking into his room and shutting the door behind him. The greenette glared and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Okay…you know that I exist, but you refuse to talk to me. I have to get that guy to say something to me even if it's the last thing I do." The young Elite turned back and left for his room once more.

While Aaron walked away, the bespectacled man opened his door almost cautiously and peered out, watching him.

The adventure begins.

I adore these two so much. I'm motivated to keep the love for these Elites alive.

Thank you for reading. Chapter two is on the way.