this is like the first yaoi I've written for Pokemon. ah, I hope you enjoy this little drabble I pulled out of my tired brain.

Pokemon isn't mine.

Lucas has heard of the mountain. Once.

He's met the boy. Once.

And that was by pure luck, when the boy came to see the mountains and the snow that topped them.

Lucas could barely see anything past the red eyes and hat, barely past the Pikachu, past the emotionless look on the boy's face.

And Lucas had nightmares about the boy dying, about the boy falling or being pushed off the mountain.

And those were the days when he would cry himself back to sleep, let the tears keep pouring and let the boy, the mysterious one, wipe them away. He would stare into Lucas's eyes and state simply:

"Sh."

And then he would silence him by kissing him, which Lucas wanted more than anything.

There were also the lustful dreams where Lucas would wake up suddenly, his face flushed, panting breaths never calming down, palming himself through his thick and flimsy sheets. Those are the nights when he dreams of the boy's hands touching his whole entire body, the hands that feel like they are burning his body - in a good, pleasurable way, the nights where he dreams the boy is relentlessly thrusting and lustful kisses are spewed everywhere upon Lucas's body.

Yet...

They were just dreams, just beautiful visions of pure bliss, just tears wasted on a beautiful boy who would never come back.

(but Lucas would find him again, staring at the frozen surface of Lake Acuity.)

(and maybe then they would look up from their red hats and look into each other's eyes.)

(and perhaps Lucas would blush and the boy would kiss him, softly and gently. and Lucas would fall into his arms, disregarding the fact that their red hats fell off.)