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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Main_Video_Game_Series), Pocket_Monsters:
      Black_&_White_|_Pokemon_Black_and_White_Versions
  Relationship:
      Corn/Pod_|_Cress/Chili
  Character:
      Corn_|_Cress, Pod_|_Chili, Dent_|_Cilan
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Incest, Twincest
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-07 Completed: 2013-04-30 Chapters: 26/26 Words: 17330
****** Spiel Mit Mir ******
by taitofan
Summary
     A collection of Omertashipping oneshots, using A-Z prompts from a
     writing meme.
***** Paint Me *****
Cress didn’t know what caused Chili to decide he wanted to take up painting,
but when his twin insisted he model for him, Cress couldn’t refuse.  Having
such a calming hobby would certainly be good for him, especially when none of
them had really gotten over not having the gym anymore.
He did have to wonder, however, why exactly Chili had insisted he pose nude.
Chili had said it had something to do with learning proper anatomy, which
struck Cress as odd.  He’d never seen Chili draw before, but surely he must
have done so in private if he was painting portraits already.  So shouldn’t he
already have a firm grasp on anatomy?  He chalked it up to needing to hone his
skills and did as Chili asked.  It wasn’t as if the brothers had never seen
each other nude, after all.
And surely there was no reason for Chili to lie about this.
Surely.
So he posed as Chili instructed—naked and draped over a small couch in Cress’s
room—for an hour.  Then two hours.  At three hours he was starting to get very
concerned.
“Chili, surely you’re almost finished?  Cilan will arrive home before long, and
I don’t particularly want to explain this.  The last time—”
“It’s fine,” Chili insisted, moving his brush rather erratically.  “I locked
the door this time, I swear.”
Cress would have rolled his eyes had he been with anyone else.  But this was
Chili, and he’d long grown used to his brother’s antics.  Unfortunately for his
twin, he was a little too used to them.
“Chili…  Let me see your progress thus far.”  Chili looked surprised for a
split second before his face broke out into a grin.
“You don’t wanna see this, trust me.”  Cress shot him his most unimpressed
look, which was quite impressive if he did say so himself.  Chili shrugged
before picking up the canvas and presenting it, muttering something about ‘it
was good while it lasted.’
Cress wasn’t even surprised by the lack of portrait.  There was a mess of color
that could at best be considered abstract art and at worst be called a royal
mess.  There was absolutely no way it should have taken three hours though.
“…Chili.”
“Yeah?”
Chili didn’t look sorry in the least.  Cress was only slightly annoyed.  After
all, he really should have seen this coming.
“If you wanted to see me nude, you didn’t have to come up with some ridiculous
excuse.  We’ve never needed one before.”  Chili laughed, and Cress decided that
no, he wasn’t angry at all.  He could never be angry with Chili, even when he
was being absolutely absurd.
“Hey, you said last week you wished I’d seduce you with the fine arts someday. 
Does this mean I succeeded?”
Cress had meant something along the lines of classical music and fine wine, but
he guess that this worked too.
“Well, I suppose I’m already dressed for the occasion, and you did remember to
lock the door for once…”
That was all Chili needed to hear, and he proceeded to make up for the past
dull three hours with the best three hours of Cress’s life.
***** Zip Me *****
Even with as long as they’d run the restaurant, Chili still had trouble
properly tying up his apron.
Cress thought it was incredibly endearing.
From the start, Chili had him tie the apron strings because, as he put it, “You
can make those perfect bows and I just kinda jumble it in a knot.”  Cress was
more than happy to help his brother—especially when his ego was being stroked
at the same time—and he never once complained that Chili had no desire to learn
to do it himself.
…Of course, there had been a time, years ago when they were still gym leaders,
when Cress became very aware that his hands were dangerously close to Chili’s
rear end on a daily basis.  Then he’d had the startling realization that he
really, really wanted to touch it.
When Cress was determined to do something, he damn well did it with his head
held high, but that time had been a bit different.  First, he’d started by
“accidently” brushing his fingers over Chili’s butt, then he’d worked up to a
full palm “slip.”  After two weeks of thinking he was getting away with it,
Chili ended up turning to him once he had finished and had exclaimed very
bluntly, “Dammit Cress, if you wanna grope my ass, just do it!”
Thinking back, Cress realized it was an…interesting start to their current
relationship—that luckily Cilan hadn’t been around to witness—but he certainly
wouldn’t change it.  After all, they might have been late to the gym that day,
but Cress had gotten his wish.  Those days, copping a feel while he was tying
Chili’s apron was part of their everyday routine.
He’d always wondered how they managed to never get caught…  Until that day.
“O-oh, you two are…”  They’d been in Cress’s room at the time, and he’d told
Chili to lock the door.  He’d woken up that morning after a particularly steamy
dream, and he had every intention in the world to get off before they started
working for the day.  First, he tied the bow…then he slipped his hand under the
apron and unbuttoned Chili’s pants.
Chili was a willing and eager participant, enthusiastically encouraging his
twin to go on when Cress slipped a hand into his pants.  But Cress hadn’t even
gotten past the layers of fabric when his door suddenly opened and his other
twin walked in.
Which lead them to their current position, with Cress’s hand down Chili’s pants
and Cilan staring nervously.  Honestly, Cress supposed he could have found out
in a worse way.  At least the apron was hiding everything.
“Yeah,” Chili replied, his tone impatient.  “We are.  So maybe you could wait
for us in the restaurant or something.”
“S-sure!  I’ll, um, see you there…”  He ran as fast as he could from the room,
and Cress didn’t really blame him.  He wouldn’t want to walk in on Cilan and
Hilbert, and he and Chili were definitely a special case, being his brothers
and all.  But he hadn’t seemed too upset…
“Hey, quit over thinking stuff and keep going, will you?  I’m burning up over
here!”  Chili’s excitement hadn’t gone down even with Cilan’s interruption, and
Cress had to admit that his really hadn’t either.  Well, since they didn’t have
to worry about Cilan coming back, what was the point in stopping now?
…But he swore he was never, ever going to trust Chili to lock the door again.
***** Kill Me *****
“Come on Cress, you’re killing me!”
Two hours.  Two hours! Chili knew all too well how much of a perfectionist his
brother was, but honestly.  Not even the vainest bastard in the world needed
that long to get ready for a not-date.  And that’s all it was, just two
brothers going to Nimbasa City for the day.  That was definitely the downside
to dating your twin—you couldn’t exactly make it obvious that you were doing
anything that wasn’t platonic.
But they knew that even if it wasn’t explicit, it was the most they could get
away with.  The musical hall, the subways, the sports arenas, the Ferris
Wheel…  Not the most romantic spot perhaps, but it was enough.  There was
plenty to do and not get bored, and nothing that twins would seem funny doing
together.
Cress had sworn they wouldn’t sleep together for a month if Chili tried
anything funny on the Ferris Wheel though, which was kind of a bummer, but he’d
manage.
What he couldn’t handle, however, was the fact Cress still wasn’t ready.
“Do calm down,” Cress’s voice floated through the shut and locked bathroom
door.  Chili wasn’t allowed in the bathroom while Cress was in a hurry
anymore.  Something about it always taking more time when they were in there
together or something.  Chili failed to see the point—they could have had mind-
blowing shower sex, gotten dressed, and left, all in the time it was taking
Cress to get ready on his own.  “I’m almost finished.”
“That’s what you said an hour ago,” he muttered under his breath, seriously
wondering what in the world Cress was doing.  Yeah, he usually took longer than
him or Cilan, but never this long.
“All right, I’m coming out now.”  Chili just barely resisted the urge to throw
his hands in the air and yell out “Hallelujah!” as the bathroom door opened. 
Out walked Cress…and Chili still didn’t know what he’d done to have needed two
full hours in there.  He bit his tongue though—if he made Cress mad now,
there’d be no not-date and all the waiting would have been for nothing.
“Great, so can we leave now?”  Cress smirked, and though it was hardly an
unfamiliar sight on his brother’s face, it was one that only further confused
Chili.
“You’re just dying to know what took me so long, aren’t you?”  Oh.  “You can’t
tell…”  Oh.
“Sure I can!”  Cress only looked smugger.
“Can you?  I highly doubt that.”  Chili quickly looked his twin over.  Normal
casual clothes, normal hair style, no odd makeup, piercings, or jewelry…
“It’s…  You’re…”  He trailed off, sighing in defeat.  “You win.  I have no idea
what’s different.”
Cress wasn’t mad; in fact, he didn’t appear upset in the slightest.
“I wouldn’t suspect that you could tell,” he admitted, not looking sorry; Chili
would have been very surprised if Cress felt even remotely guilty for any of
it.  “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out what it is
though.  You see, I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to show you my
newest…purchase.  I believe tonight will be just that.  And I have an extra
after-not-date present for you for being so patient…  I expect you’ll find it
worth your time.”  With that, he walked past Chili, swaying his hips far more
than was ever necessary.
“Hey, you can’t just say that and then walk away!”  He couldn’t see Cress’s
expression, but he knew it was smug as hell.
“Come Chili, don’t dawdle...”
“You little—!”
Yes, Cress was definitely trying to kill him, and if he kept it up, it just
might work.
***** Nurse Me *****
Cress felt bad.  Really, he did.  Chili being sick was no fun for anyone.  The
restaurant was one waiter down, Cilan was stressed, he was stressed, Chili felt
terrible…  All three of them were affected when one of them got sick, no matter
who it was.  It had always been that way.  But now that he and Chili were more
than just brothers, Cress found himself even more worried.  His twin and his
lover was ill, and he was going to make sure he did whatever he could to help
him.
But he was not, under any circumstances, doing that.
“No crossdressing.”  He got enough cracks about his apparent femininity.  There
was no way he was helping it along by wearing a nurse’s outfit.  Not even for
Chili.  “And that’s final.”
“No one will see it but me!”  Chili had been arguing his case for a good half
hour.  Even with a temperature and the inability to get out of bed, he was
ridiculously adamant.
“No.”  However, Cress was in fact perfect healthy, and he was positive that he
could outlast Chili.  That or he’d end up pouring cold medicine down his throat
and force him to sleep; either one was fine with him.
“But Cress.  It’ll make me feel better!”  Cress scoffed at the very thought.
“You obviously don’t feel that ill if you can whine like this.  Besides, seeing
me in a fetish outfit won’t do you any good when we can’t put it too good
use.”  Chili pouted, and though it was admittedly very cute, Cress swore that
if Chili dared to insinuate they should have sex when Chili was bed-bound and
running a fever, he was out of there.
“Haven’t you ever heard of sexual healing?  Man, you are so boring sometimes.” 
He abruptly stood up from the chair by Chili’s bed he’d been sitting on and
glared down at his brother.  Who, infuriatingly, was not sorry in the
slightest.
“I’m going to do you a favor and pretend you only said that because of the
fever.  Now, kindly be quiet and take a nap before I decide to make Cilan watch
you instead.”  Chili rolled his eyes, and Cress was sorely tempted to call his
bluff and leave.  Unfortunately, Chili was sick, and Cress was worried…
He sat back down and pretended he didn’t see Chili grinning.
“…So, no dress-up then?”
“Chili!”
 ---
It was three months later when Cress found himself stuck in bed with a fever
and feeling as if a herd of Zebstrika had run over him.  Chili had returned the
favor and was taking care of him, and Cress very much appreciated his
thoughtfulness, until…
“Nurse Chili is here to make you all better!”
He was going to kill Chili.
…After he got over how sexy Chili looked in such a short skirt of course.
***** Tell Me *****
“Cress, hey, I…  Well, you know, I kinda…  Sorta…”
Chili was getting frustrated.  With himself for feeling this way, with Cress
for making him feel this way, at the world in general just for existing…
Cress, not knowing where Chili was going with this, was a bit worried.  It
wasn’t often that his brother acted so nervous and hesitant.  Chili did
everything with gusto—whether happy, mad, sad, or anything in between, he went
all the way.  But now he was hemming and hawing and Cress wished he’d just spit
it out.
“You just what?  Honestly Chili, you’ve been stalling for five minutes, and we
need to get back to the restaurant soon or—”
Chili was often called impulsive and reckless, and it was moments like this he
wholly agreed with that assessment.  But he just couldn’t get the words out and
Cress was just so cute and it was just too much!
But didn’t actions often say more than words?  Surely, Cress could understand
what he wanted to say from a kiss, right?  And even if he didn’t feel the same
way, well, at least Chili could say he hadn’t been a coward.
The kiss was chaste and over quickly—far too soon, in Chili’s opinion—and he
didn’t know what to expect from Cress.  Disgust maybe?  Anger?  Pity?  He
didn’t expect what he was faced with at all though; Cress looked like nothing
had just happened.  He’d been kissed by his twin brother, and his expression
was blank and Chili wanted to scream.
“We need to get back to work.”  Cress turned on his heel and left the triplet’s
break room, leaving Chili alone and frustrated beyond belief.  So that was it? 
Cress was just going to pretend like nothing had happened?  How dare he!  Chili
had gathered every bit of courage he had, and Cress was just going to ignore
the situation?
No way.  Chili wasn’t going to let him get away with that.  Cress was going to
have the courtesy to turn him down properly, even if Chili had to force him.
Because this wasn’t going away.  Chili knew he had very non-platonic feelings
for Cress since they’d been gym leaders three years prior, and since that time,
his feelings had only intensified.  This confession was a long time coming, and
it was going to end with Cress’s input, even if it was negative.  All he wanted
was closure, and he was damn well going to get it.
---
“Cress, we need to talk.”  Cress picked up the empty plates from the recently
vacated table, not acknowledging Chili.  “Hey, I mean it.  We need to talk. 
Now.”
“…We’re working right now.”  Chili wondered if Cilan and the other workers
would notice if he threw Cress over his shoulder and ran away.  He decided it
was probably best not to risk it.
“Look, I waited all day, and we’re closed now.  That’s the last table in the
entire restaurant.  So help me, if you don’t talk to me, I’ll just say
everything right here in front of Cilan!”  Cress didn’t react to the threat
other than to glare at Chili.  Well, Chili could play that game too.  “Fine,
then I guess I’ll—”
“Honestly,” Cress muttered, sweeping past Chili in a huff, “you are so
impatient.  Just go to my room and wait for me.  I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
He was in the kitchen before Chili could respond.  What was going on?  He knew
he’d put Cress in an odd position, but really, would it kill him to just reject
him instead of dragging it out?
He left the restaurant and went around to the back, where the stairs leading up
to their apartment was.  He bounded up them and went inside, slamming the door
behind him and hoping that Cress somehow heard.  He was tempted to not listen
to Cress and lock himself in his own room instead, but he obeyed his brother’s
request and went to Cress’s room.
It was a neat and tidy room, decorated in blue and white and generally the
opposite of Chili’s own messy red-themed room.  It was relaxing though, and by
the time Cress showed up ten minutes later, Chili was ready to calmly discuss
things.
Cress, however, obviously wasn’t.  Not when he stalked over to the bed without
a word and pushed Chili down on the mattress.  Then pinned him down.  Then
mercilessly claimed Chili’s lips as his own.
It ended up being almost an hour later before they’d composed themselves enough
to actually talk.
“So, ah, you don’t hate me then.”  They were half-naked now, and it was rather
obvious what the answer to that was, but Chili felt the need to say something,
and he could only barely think straight.
“…You have terrible timing I’m afraid,” Cress gently admonished, running his
long fingers up and down Chili’s back.  It was a bit distracting, but Chili did
his best to pay attention.  “Just this morning I decided I needed to tell you
of my true emotions, but I couldn’t decide what to say and was feeling rather
frustrated with myself, and then you kissed me…  I wasn’t sure what to do.  You
weren’t at fault though.  I…should have handled it better than ignoring you.”
It was as close to “I’m sorry” as Cress would ever get.  It was fine with Chili
though.  A few hours of frustration and confusion were worth it so long as they
were together now.
“Hey, it’s fine.”  And it really, truly was.  So much in fact…  “Cress?”
“Yes?”  Chili grinned and pulled Cress as close as he could.  Their bodies
melded perfectly—they were, beyond any doubt, made for each other.
“I can finally tell you what I wanted to say this morning.  I love you.”  Cress
laughed lightly and buried his face into Chili’s shoulder.
“And I love you as well.”
It surely wouldn’t be the last misunderstanding they faced in their new
relationship, but they both knew they could get through anything life could
throw at them.
…And Chili would definitely be okay if Cress ended all of their fights like he
had this time.
***** Offer Me *****
“I know you want this.”
And he did.  Oh, how he did!  Chili loved anything sweet, just as he loved
anything Cress offered him.  So Cress offering him sweets was like a siren
song, even if it was just an ordinary stick of chocolate pocky.
“Well yeah, of course I do!  What’s the catch though?”  Cress never had been
much on sharing, not even with his own brother-slash-boyfriend.  And Cress
didn’t even eat sweets very often!  There was definitely something suspicious
going on, but Chili really had no idea what it was.
“Chili, dear,” he shook his head and tsked condescendingly, “don’t you ever
look at the calendar?  Here I was, thinking it was one of your favorite days of
the year, and you have no idea what I’m talking about!”
Chili ran through various holidays in his head, before it suddenly hit him.  It
was November.  Pocky.  November eleventh.  Pocky Day!  The first Pocky Day
since he and Cress had become a couple!
“You’ll play the pocky game with me?!”  He knew it must sound silly, but he
didn’t care even a little bit.  He’d been trying to get Cress to play with him
for months, and he’d always been turned down because, “That’s such a juvenile
game.  We don’t need an excuse to kiss…  Besides, I don’t even like pocky.”
Now Cress was smirking and nodding, waving the candy around temptingly.  Chili
didn’t need any more incentive than that; he was in front of Cress in a split
second, plucking the pocky out of Cress’s hand and placing one end in his
mouth.  He leaned in until Cress put the other end—the end without chocolate,
because despite popular opinion, Chili did pay attention to these things—and
then their game began.  Each side slowly got closer and closer, their faces
coming together…
Until Cress jerked his head and snapped the stick just before they reached the
middle.
“Cress!” Chili cried out, not hiding his annoyance.  “Why’d you go and do
that?  We were so close!”  Cress only smirked and pulled another piece out of
the box, this time placing it in his own mouth before moving in and waiting for
Chili to follow suit.  Chili decided to ignore that bit of teasing and obeyed
him.  The game began again…until Cress did the exact same thing at the exact
same time.  “Cress, what the hell?”
“Sorry,” he said flippantly, obviously not sorry.  “Shall we try again?”
It was seven pieces later when Chili found himself ready to strangle his twin. 
This wasn’t mere teasing anymore—Cress was downright mocking him, and it was
starting to piss him off.
“One piece left.”  Cress pulled it out and offered it to Chili.  He looked at
it for a moment before frowning and turning away.
“No way, I’m done with this.  If you think this is a dumb game, fine, but you
don’t need to be such a dick about it!” 
“…Chili.”  He didn’t turn around.  No, he always let Cress get away with these
things without actually apologizing and he wasn’t letting it happen again.  He
heard Cress sigh before he felt familiar arms encircle his waist from behind. 
It was a nice feeling…but no!  He wasn’t giving in that easily!
“I’m sorry Chili.  You’re right, that was childish of me.” Chili wasn’t sure
he’d heard right.  Cress was legitimately sorry and admitting he’d been in the
wrong?  Was he sick?  “You’re just so cute when you’re flustered…”  Oh, never
mind, he was fine.
“You could have stopped before you made me mad, you know.”  He felt Cress nod
against his shoulder.
“Yes, I’m afraid there are still a few limitations I’ve yet to learn.  I can
promise I wasn’t planning to break the last piece though, if you’d still like
to finish the game.”  Chili twisted around in Cress’s arms, no longer angry. 
It never ceased to amaze him how good Cress was at that.
“Okay, fine.  But you’d better not be lying.”  He knew Cress wasn’t, but he
still had to keep up appearances.  Cress didn’t need to know just how much of
an affect he had on him and get a bigger ego than he already had.  Cress
chuckled and slipped the pocky between Chili’s lips.
“Never.”
When their lips met shortly after, Chili decided that in the end, it had been
worth it.  He’d gotten lots of sweets, and now he had Cress’s candy coated
lips.  There was really nothing he could find to complain about.
And for what it was worth, Cress thought that maybe, just maybe, the pocky game
wasn’t so silly after all.
***** Quiet Me *****
“Chili, will you be quiet?”
It was a common occurrence that Cress found himself saying those words.  As
much as he normally loved how expressive and vivacious his twin was, there were
some times when he really wished he could just shut up for a few minutes.  For
example, times when they needed to not alert Cilan that they were in the middle
of foreplay.  Times like right at that very moment.
“You know my neck is sensitive,” Chili defended, at least whispering this
time.  And it was true, Cress did know that.  “Don’t bite me there and maybe I
won’t be so loud!”  …Well, perhaps Chili had a point. Maybe he subconsciously
tried to make Chili cry out because it was hot.  Apparently, this was an issue
they both needed to work on.
“If only we didn’t need to hide it from Cilan,” he muttered to himself,
slightly aggravated but not at all serious.  He missed the look of epiphany
that crossed Chili’s face, and soon enough neither of them was in any position
to notice anything but each other.
---
Cress thought that perhaps he was going insane.  That, or Cilan really had been
staring at him all day long, then turning away when he noticed Cress catching
him doing it.  He knew that his youngest twin was more on the nervous side than
he or Chili were, but he couldn’t think of any reason why he’d be acting that
way around him.
It was bugging him, but he couldn’t just go up to him and demand to know what
his problem was.  He could with Chili, but this was different—Cilan was a lot
more sensitive.  The last time he’d even raised his voice at Cilan, it was
Cilan who spent a week apologizing for it.  He really didn’t want to go through
that again.
…His brothers were entirely too good at making him feel guilty, and he
absolutely hated it.
He got the feeling of being watched again, and he spun around as fast as he
could.  Sure enough, Cilan whipped his head down, pretending to tidy up a
table.  Cress wasn’t fooled though; now he knew for sure that Cilan was acting
strange.  Well, that was it, sensitive or not, he was going to go over there
and—
Cilan finally lifted his head and gave Cress a half-smile.  Cress merely stared
back.  Cilan looked around quickly before crossing the restaurant to where he
was, still looking apprehensive but a little more confident.
“Um, Cress…  Chili told me that you two…”  He trailed off, suddenly blushing
and yet again unable to look Cress in the eyes.  He was glad this time
though—he was sure that the expression he wore was hardly dignified.  He might
not know exactly what Chili said, but now that he thought about how Cilan was
acting, he had a pretty damn good idea.
“He told you what exactly?”  He forced himself to stay calm—maybe he was wrong;
maybe Chili hadn’t lost his mind—but it was extremely difficult.  Cilan’s
refused to look at anything but his feet wasn’t exactly helping.
“Ah…  Well…  It was about your relationship, and how I shouldn’t worry if I,
er, hear anything because…  Because it’s consensual, and…”  He could barely
continue, and Cress held up a hand to stop him.  He didn’t Cilan to say
anything more about his and Chili’s sex life either.
“Chili told you about…us.”  Cilan nodded.  He was embarrassed, but curiously
not mad or disgusted.  “And other than this being mortifying for both of us,
you’re not angry?”  Cilan abruptly looked up, a horrified look on his face.
“Oh, no!  No, no, I’m happy for you two!  I don’t mind at all!  I mean, it’s a
shock of course, but you’re both happy together, so I have no right to
complain…”  He laughed nervously, face still flushed.  “And at least now I know
why I keep hearing Chili in your room in the middle of the night.”
Well, that settled it.  Cilan was his favorite brother, both for his response
and for the fact that he was going to kill Chili.
---
“You told Cilan.”
“Yep, sure did.”
Chili was so incredibly nonchalant that Cress was actually a little surprised. 
He was acting more like he’d eaten a doughnut than just told their twin that
they were in an incestuous relationship that included frequent gay sex.  He
wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to face Cilan in the mornings ever again, and
it was all Chili’s fault.  And Chili didn’t give a single damn about it.
“I don’t even know what to say to you right now.  That was incredibly risky! 
You had no idea how Cilan might react, and now you—”
His rant was cut short by Chili’s lips suddenly covering his own.  He had half
a mind to push him away and continue the lecture…  But then Chili’s hands were
on his ass and it didn’t seem so important anymore.
“Cress…”  Chili pulled away and murmured in his ear, sending shiver down
Cress’s spine.
“Yes?”
“Just be quiet and go with it, alright?”
Well, it had turned out just fine in the end, so he supposed he could let it go
this time.  And if either of them got a little loud…  Cilan would forgive them.
***** Mourn Me *****
The day was dark and dreary; rain fell lightly upon him, and Cress thought it
was all very fitting.  Bad weather at a funeral just seemed to fit.  And as
much as he didn’t like getting all dressed up just to get wet, he didn’t dare
complain about the weather.  If Chili could be perfectly well-behaved at a
funeral, there was no way he’d ever do anything inappropriate either.
Besides, even if they weren’t exactly close friends, Hilbert was Cilan’s sort-
of boyfriend, and losing a pokémon was sad no matter who it happened to.  He
could deal with the inconvenience.
Watching Cilan comforting Hilbert as they laid his pokémon to rest made Cress
very proud of his brother.  Hilbert needed someone while he mourned, and Cilan
was being strong for him.  There was a time, not too long ago, when he wouldn’t
have been able to handle the pressure.   But a lot had changed in the years
since they’d first met Hilbert and the present day…
He glanced at Chili’s sad expression and felt the strongest urge to hold his
hand.  But now was hardly the time or place—
Chili turned his head and gave him a small smile, and almost as if he could
read Cress’s mind—they were twins; Cress always wondered if to an extent they
could—reached over and his hand with Cress’s own.
“Chili…”  His tone held a gentle warning, but Chili didn’t move his hand.  Of
course, neither did Cress.
“No one’s gonna notice,” he murmured, squeezing Cress’s hand affectionately. 
“And even if they do, no one’s gonna care.  We’re brothers, we’re sad, and
we’re comforting each other.  No big deal, right?”
Cress smiled softly and threaded their fingers together.  Even with the
terrible knowledge that a pokémon had passed away, Cress couldn’t help but feel
grateful that he had Chili by his side.  Or, perhaps, that was exactly why he
felt so very thankful.
“Right.”
***** Amuse Me *****
Cress hadn’t seen Chili this upset since the day they resigned from being gym
leaders.
That had been three years ago, and though Chili had certainly not been happy
every single one of those days, he hadn’t been this depressed either.
Of course, the worst part was that this time, he had no idea why Chili was
unhappy.
“Sorry,” Chili muttered when Cress tried to get him to open up, his eyes dull
and lifeless.  “I don’t really wanna talk though…”
This wasn’t good at all, on multiple accounts.  Cilan was worried of course,
and Cress felt rather hopeless.  The customers at the restaurant certainly
noticed their odd behavior, and attendance was slowly but surely falling. 
Though Cress wanted to just ignore the restaurant and focus on his brother, it
was unrealistic when that was their sole source of income now that they were no
longer gym leaders.  If no one came, they’d end up losing their apartment, and
who knew what they’d do then…
No, he was just going to have to cheer up Chili, no matter what.
Attempt one: Food.
When Chili was angry, you knew it, because the kitchen would be filled with
doughnuts.  Cress wouldn’t exactly call sweets his specialty, but he felt that
he was still more than competent at making them.  So he made two dozen honey
glazed chocolate doughnuts and brought them up to Chili’s room.  His brother
looked at them, then at Cress, then back down to the doughnuts.
“Thanks.  I’m not really hungry though…”  Chili, not hungry?  Not even for
doughnuts?  Well, that settled it; there would be no playing around—he was
going straight to the big guns for this one.
Attempt two: Expensive and Limited Edition Food.
Castelia City made only two hundred ice cream cakes a year, and they were
ridiculously expensive.  Chili complained every years that you had to camp out
for a week to even think about getting one, and there was no way he’d ever get
to taste one.
They wouldn’t go on sale for three more months.
And Cress owed so many favors now that it was absurd, but he had the cake.
“…Thanks.”
Cress couldn’t believe it.  Thanks.  Here he was with this stupidly expensive
cake that Chili wanted forever, and he didn’t even get a smile.
The cake went into storage until Chili was in the mood to enjoy it.  And he
damn well was going to eat it eventually, so help him.
Attempt three: Force.
“Chili, I don’t care if you want to talk or not.  You’re going to talk.”
He was promptly kicked out of Chili’s room and locked out.
Well, that could have gone better.
Attempt four: Send Cilan in to Try the Soft Approach.
So maybe trying to force an answer was completely the wrong thing to do.  What
could Cress say?  He already knew he wasn’t exactly the most compassionate
person on the planet.  Cilan, however, was.
Cilan was able to get Chili to unlock the door, and Cress had hope when he
didn’t come out for almost as hour.   However, the moment Cilan left Chili’s
room, he could tell things weren’t over yet.
“He, um, thanks you for your concern and really appreciates what you’re trying
to do, but he wishes you’d, ah, leave him alone…  He says seeing you is just,
er…making things…worse…”
Cress couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  Not “us,” “you.”  Cress was making
Chili feel worse, and he didn’t know how or why.  It felt as if his world was
crashing down around him.  If merely seeing him was making Chili upset, then he
assumed there was a good chance he was the source of the whole problem.
And that was something he simply couldn’t deal with.
Attempt five: Heartfelt Pleading.
“Chili…  Please let me in.  I know you don’t wish to see me, but whatever I
have done to upset you, I…”
Cress hated to apologize.  He’d always hated being wrong, but admitting it was
even worse.  He went through great pains to show his remorse without saying
those two little words.
“I’m sorry!”
But for Chili, he’d do whatever it took to make things right.
“I’m sorry for upsetting you.  I’m sorry for not knowing what I did.  I’m sorry
for trying to make you talk when you didn’t want to.  And I’m sorry for
bothering you now, but please, tell me what I’ve done so I can properly make up
for it!”
He felt an annoying pressure behind his eyes, and he cursed under his breath. 
More than apologizing, he truly hated crying.  It was messy, made his eyes red
and puffy, and was something that made him look weak.  The fact that he was
seconds away from sobbing just because Chili wouldn’t speak to him only served
to confirm something he’d expected for a long time but had tried to deny.  But
now he couldn’t pretend anymore.
“Chili…”  Just as he was about to turn to leave, a soft click met his ears. 
Chili poked his head out, and seeing Cress near tears, quickly flung the door
open.
“Jeez Cress, don’t cry.  It’s nothing you did, I swear!  I just…”  It was just
the two of them in the hallway, but Chili still motioned for Cress to come
inside his room.  He did, and they both sat tensely on Chili’s bed in an
uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Cress finally couldn’t take it.
“If I didn’t do anything wrong, then why ever am I the cause of your distress
now?”  Chili fiddled with the scarlet bedspread nervously, unable to look at
anything but the floor.
“I, uh…  Realized something about you and me a while ago, and lately it’s all I
can think about.  But you’d never ever like it, so it sorta…  Well, it is
because of you, but it’s not your fault.  It’s all me, so don’t worry, okay? 
I’ll get over it.  I just need some time is all.”
It wasn’t horribly difficult to guess where his twin was going with this, but
Cress needed to be sure—!
“Are you implying that you may have feelings for me that aren’t completely
platonic?”  Chili flinched, but he nodded wordlessly.  Cress sighed in relief. 
“That’s by far the best thing I’ve heard all day.”
That did it—Chili’s head whipped up, and he did a nice impression of a Magikarp
as he struggled for something to say.  Cress, feeling that Chili had been
through enough lately, decided to be a good brother and help him along.
“Yes, I return your feelings.  Very much so in fact.  Knowing that I was the
root of your unhappiness only confirmed it wholly.  I am completely in love
with you.”
Chili still couldn’t seem to say anything, but that was fine.  Cress was much
more interested in finally tasting those lips he’d yearned for all this time
than talk more anyway.
---
“So, about that cake…”
Cress chuckled; even when they were half-naked and panting, a happy Chili would
always want cake.  Good—he wasn’t going to let that thing go to waste.
If you let me put a shirt on, I’ll go retrieve it.”  Chili thought for a moment
before grinning.  It was a beautiful sight.
“I’ve got a better idea…  Haven’t you ever wanted to eat ice cream cake naked?”
…Chili was ridiculous and likely to give him an aneurysm one day, but by god,
Cress loved him.
***** Remember Me *****
It was the day of their seventeenth birthdays when Chili pulled Cress aside and
regarded him with utter expectation.  Cress had no idea what he wanted, so he
started with the obvious.
“Good morning Chili.  Happy birthday.”  Chili nodded, looking cheerful, but
that expectant expression hadn’t faded.
“Yeah, happy birthday! We’re seventeen!”  As far as Cress was aware, that
really didn’t mean anything.  Obviously, it did to Chili though.
“We are.”  Chili frowned, and Cress had a feeling that if he didn’t figure it
out soon, there’d be no birthday sex in his future.  As he wracked his brain
for the answer, Chili grew more and more agitated.
“You forgot, didn’t you?  Jeez Cress, I can’t believe you can’t remember!  You
promised.”
Now, Cress didn’t make many promises, and certainly not lightly.  He disliked
being bound to anything, his own word included.  He certainly hadn’t promised
Chili anything he wasn’t actively keeping anytime in the recent past, so it
obviously had been a while ago that he’d done it.  Chili wasn’t giving him any
hints though.
He tried to think back to previous birthdays, before they’d become a couple. 
Surely, it must have been important if Chili still remembered it.
“Of course I did, yes, I certainly did promise you…  However…  What exactly was
it that I promised?”  Chili made a very dissatisfied sound, but Cress didn’t
see the point in drawing this out any longer when he really had no idea.  If
Chili got angry, Cress would just deal with it and make him happy again.  And
he was pretty sure Chili would forgive him rather quickly if it meant he’d get
presents.
“I knew you’d end up forgetting!”  He pouted for a moment—it was absolutely
adorable as far as Cress was concerned—before he shrugged and laughed.  “Well,
I guess it’s okay, since I’ve already gotten what you promised before.  But
seriously, the year we became gym leaders?  Don’t you remember what you said
you’d do if I still wanted it in three years?”
There were many things about being fourteen that Cress wanted to forget—it had
been a long journey to become gym leaders, especially with parents who couldn’t
have been more unsupportive if they’d tried—but he picked through his memory
once more…
“Wait.  Didn’t I say something about giving you your first kiss if you hadn’t
had it yet, because you were afraid no one would ever want to kiss you?” 
Chili’s face lit up, and Cress couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. 
“Honestly!  I gave you your first kiss a year after that.  No wonder I didn’t
know what you were talking about…”
“Yeah, well, sometimes it’s still kinda hard to believe you weren’t joking
about ever wanting to kiss me, okay?”  Cress shook his head fondly at his silly
lover and his baseless insecurities.
“If you’d like a reminder, I’m sure I can handle that.  In fact, I promise I
can.”
By the end of the day, Chili got enough kisses to last him for his next
seventeen birthdays.  Cress knew, however, that he’d have to shower Chili with
affection everyday for a very long time before being afraid that Cress would
get bored with him.
And that was something he was absolutely sure that he’d never forget to do.
***** Haunt Me *****
“Cress…  Cress wake up!”
Normally, having Chili sneak into his room in the middle of the night was a
good thing.  After all, that usually meant they would have sex, and Cress never
turned down a horny Chili, even if he really should have.  However, this was in
fact not a horny Chili, but rather one who sounded like he’d just seen a ghost.
“There’s a ghost in my room!”
…Oh.
“…Is Simisear hiding under your sheets again?”
“Wha—no!”  Cress couldn’t really see Chili’s face in the dark, but just judging
by his tone of voice, Cress knew he was blushing.  “That was just that one
time!”
“There are less than three dozen known ghost type pokémon.  Surely you can
remember all of them enough to identify when a stray pokémon phases into your
room?”  It wasn’t like they hadn’t found Joltik clinging to their electrical
sockets or Swaddle sleeping on their steps or anything.  Honestly, he’d have
thought Chili was used to wild pokémon showing up by now.
“I’m not stupid!” he insisted, poking Cress’s shoulder in the dark.  “I know
what’s a pokémon and what isn’t, and that wasn’t a pokémon!  It’s a ghost and
it wants to eat my soul!”
Cress had half a mind to tell Chili to shut up and climb in bed with him, but
he doubted Chili would ever stop whining about what a bad brother he was if he
didn’t go look, so he groped around in the dark until he found his bedside lamp
and lit the room.  Sure enough, Chili looked tired and spooked and ridiculously
adorable, and Cress had no choice but to haul himself out of his nice comfy bed
to check.
Chili followed closely, keeping hold of the back of Cress’s shirt.  It reminded
Cress of when they were children, living with their parents.  If Chili or Cilan
got scared, they went to Cress, knowing their parents wouldn’t do anything to
soothe their fears.  Though they were old enough to not believe in ghosts—at
least in Cress’s opinion—he couldn’t bring himself to ignore Chili.  Not back
then, not now, not ever.
Chili’s room was sandwiched between his brothers’ rooms, and it wasn’t long at
all before he was entering the room fearlessly, thought Chili was whispering
for him to be careful.  Cress ignored him and looked around.  He didn’t see
anything out of the ordinary…
“Dusk?”  Chili yelped as the specter popped down from the ceiling and fell on
his butt, the grip he had on Cress’s shirt meaning that Cress ended up in
Chili’s lap.  It wasn’t a bad position, but he couldn’t enjoy it when he was
tired, and now he had to get Chili to do more studying because there was a wild
Duskull floating around the room and Chili was about to hyperventilate.
“Oh honestly Chili, I thought you knew a pokémon when you saw one?”  He
muttered some gibberish that Cress was fairly certain included “I did,” though
he couldn’t be completely positive.  “Then surely you know that’s a Duskull. 
You know, a pokémon.  A pokémon that I’m going to somehow get outside while you
go back to my room and wait quietly until I return.  Understand?”
Chili nodded sheepishly and quickly fled the room, leaving Cress with the
Duskull.  It was floating happily about the room, as if it felt it belonged
there…
---
Chili was still awake when Cress returned and climbed into bed.  Cress ignored
his questioning expression and shut off the lamp.  When he had Chili securely
in his arms, he decided it was safe to drop the bomb.
“I caught the Duskull.”
“…What.”
“And I’m giving it to you.”
“What?”
“It likes haunting you,” he said nonchalantly before yawning.  “Now, I’m very
tired, so go to sleep.”
“But Cress, I—”
“Now, Chili.”
He’d deal with the consequences in the morning.  For now he was going to sleep
and cuddle Chili, and all would be right in the world.
“…You’re a jerk.”
“I love you too.”
***** Join Me *****
They’d wanted to become stronger on their own.  They hadn’t wanted it to take
all three of them to make one gym leader…
And as far as Cress was concerned, it didn’t.  Any one of them could have been
reinstated as a gym leader; Iris herself had said she’d approve it.
But there was already a water-type gym in Unova, and Cress didn’t feel
comfortable trying to have competing gyms with Marlon.  Cilan didn’t seem all
that interested in going back to the stress of being a gym leader so long as he
could have fun battles at the restaurant, and though Cress was sure he’d agree
to join if Cress and Chili insisted…
He knew that Chili didn’t want to be a trio of gym leaders anymore.  Really,
Cress didn’t either.  So that left one option.
“You want to what?”
“They’ve done it in Hoenn,” Cress pointed out calmly, in contrast to Chili’s
minor freak-out.  “There are twins who run a psychic gym with double battles. 
We could do the same.”  It seemed like the most obvious solution in the world
to him, but Chili didn’t seem very excited.  He could only guess as to why.
“I dunno…”  Cress knew his brother well enough that he couldn’t force him with
subtle guilt like he could with Cilan.  Cilan would give in to avoid conflict
if pushed; Chili would withdraw further and get angry.  Cress had to go
straight to whatever Chili’s insecurities over this was.  He just had to figure
out what that might be.
“There’s no shame in us running a gym together.  No one will think we’re weak
if—”
“That isn’t it!”  Well, there was one possibility down.
“Cilan isn’t interested in opening the gym as it was before.”  Chili shook his
head, a peculiar look in his eyes that Cress couldn’t read.  It was rather
distressing.
“That’s not it either.”  Cress sighed and stepped closer to Chili, drawing him
into his arms.  Chili immediately brought his arms to Cress’s waist, no
hesitancy in his actions.  No, he couldn’t force Chili to do something, but he
could usually seduce him.
“…Then what is your problem with running a gym with me?”  He knew it wasn’t
because Chili didn’t want to be with him, but he was running out of plausible
reasons he wasn’t accepting.
“It’s not really a problem I have,” Chili stressed, unconsciously hugging Cress
closer.  “But why would you want to have me bring you down?  You’ve always had
a better winning streak than I have.”  He could have brought up Marlon, or the
fact that a double-battle gym was a novelty for their region and would get them
lots of challengers.  But he knew that right now, Chili only needed to know the
most important reason.
“Because I love you and never want to be apart from you.”  Chili froze in his
arms, and Cress placed a chaste kiss to his forehead.  “Please Chili, let’s
open our own gym and always be together.”
Chili would deny later that he’d cried, and Cress would keep it a secret.  All
that matter was that Chili had said yes, and they would soon be starting the
next chapter of their life as one.  Just as it was meant to be.
***** Unbind Me *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains actual sex! If you don't wish to read twincest
     porn, skip this chapter.
“Cress, p-please, ah!  Let me go!”
Cress licked his lips, taking in the lovely sight of Chili’s flushed skin. 
Even with his arms tied to the bedposts, Chili was still feisty.  There was
nothing he could do to free himself, but he didn’t stop struggling.  It only
made him pant and sweat harder, which only turned Cress on more and made him
not want to untie Chili.  So very unfortunate for Chili, but so very nice for
Cress.
“I don’t think I will.”  Cress was having a hard time keeping poised, his
brother’s naked, writhing body before him certainly not helping.  Then again,
he was naked and painfully erect, so perhaps it didn’t matter at this point if
he lost his composure.  “In fact, I think I’m going to leave you like this the
entire time.”
Chili looked ready to protest, but Cress didn’t let him say a word before all
he could do was moan.  Cress would have told him how very delicious he sounded
if his mouth hadn’t already been occupied.  He did hum his approval though,
which only made Chili cry out in pleasure.
It was a long time before either of them said much of anything.
---
“I can’t believe I agreed to this…”
Chili was a little disappointed that Cress wasn’t reacting like he had the
night before, but at the same time, he wasn’t surprised.  It was still
extremely evident that Cress was enjoying being tied up even if he was being a
weenie and insisted upon silk ties instead of the ropes he’d used on Chili.
Besides, they’d only just begun.  He’d have Cress begging eventually.  He
always did.
“Well, you did, so deal with it.”  He crawled forward, nuzzling Cress’s
erection, then placing a few small kisses on it.  Cress squirmed ever so subtly
at the teasing, obviously wanting more contact.  Chili grinned and pulled away,
ignoring the glare he got.  He had other plans than that tonight.
He reached over Cress’s lithe body and grabbed the lubricant from the
nightstand, quickly uncapping it and squeezing some into his hand.  Cress
didn’t look upset by this at all…though his face did clearly show his confusion
when Chili began to stretch himself instead of Cress.  His face flushed even
more when Chili’s plan hit him.
“Chili, are you sure—”
“Oh yeah,” Chili interrupted, removing him fingers and using his other lubed
hand to slick Cress’s erection.  “I’m so sure that you can’t even begin to
know.  Now watch out, cause I’m gonna burn you up.”
Cress had been inside Chili plenty of times and vice versa, but Chili had never
ridden him before.  And judging by the sounds he made as Chili lowered himself
on Cress’s length, he was absolutely sure Cress was enjoying it.
“Chili—!  Ah, Chili!”  Chili was spurred on by Cress’s cries and whines and
pleas, and he almost wished Cress’s arms were free so his brother could touch
him, but at the same time, he did love having so much control in the
situation.  He got to control the pace, and that was something that didn’t
happen too often when someone like Cress was your lover.  He didn’t think he’d
ever heard Cress so vocal during sex either, and it was going straight to his
dick.
Cress came first, yelling out Chili’s name so loud that Chili knew they’d never
be able to face Cilan in the morning, but right then he didn’t care.  Cress’s
expression was the definition of exquisite, and he almost came just from seeing
it.  As it was, he lifted a shaky arm that had been supporting him and stroked
himself only a few times before he came over Cress’s stomach, closely watching
Cress’s beautiful spent face as he did it.
The moment he had freed Cress arms, he found himself with an armful of
affectionate lover, and they kissed and touched until they fell asleep,
completely exhausted.
---
“Cress, Chili…”  They both looked up from the tables they were washing at the
end of the workday, giving their twin their full attention.  Cilan hadn’t said
anything about the past two nights, so they figured he must not have heard
them.  Surely he would have said something already…  “Please, please, if you
two…do that tonight, do it in Cress’s room.  I can hear you two in Chili’s room
and you were, um, really loud yesterday, so please have sex quieter or further
away!  I really want to sleep tonight!”
Or not.
“Ah, of course, terribly sorry.”  Cress wasn’t sorry at all.  Chili was just
amazed that he could stay so calm when he and Cilan were both brushing brighter
than his hair.  “Maybe we should look into ball gags next…”
Cilan was quick to excuse himself, and Chili was so mortified that he grabbed
Cress’s arm and dragged him out of the restaurant.  Yes, ball gags seemed
perfect for brothers who had no tact.
Needless to say, Cilan didn’t hear them that night, and Cress and Chili added
one more kink to their ever-growing list.
***** Drink Me *****
“I can’t believe we’re the responsible ones this time!”
Cress shot Chili an unimpressed look, but his brother wasn’t paying attention. 
Not that he could blame him; they were having a hard enough time keeping Cilan
in check as it was.  Still…
“Excuse me, but when am I ever irresponsible?  I was under the impression that
was solely your forte.”  Chili rolled his eyes, making Cress bristle at his
audacity.
“Well, it wasn’t just me that let Cilan get this way, was it?”
“It was you who insisted we go in the closet and make out, was it not?”
“But you were the one teasing me when no one was looking and grabbing my di—”
“G-guys!  D-don’t f-fight!”  The duo paused their banter as their inebriated
brother being to whine, his stuttering worse than it usually was.  “I h-hate it
when you f-fight!  You’re in l-love!  You n-need to be h-happy!”
They glanced at each other over Cilan’s head, sharing a smile.  They weren’t
actually angry with each other.  After all, Cilan had been with Hilbert all
night.  Perhaps his almost-but-not-quite boyfriend should have made sure Cilan
didn’t drink so much wine.  They swore, in a different life, their brother
could have been a connoisseur or something…
“It’s fine Cilan,” Cress assured, “we aren’t fighting.”
“Yeah, don’t worry bro,” Chili added with a grin, giving Cilan a thumbs-up with
his free hand.  “Let’s just get you home and to bed so you can sleep this off. 
Then in the morning we can laugh at you while you have a hangover!”
“Honestly Chili…”
Cilan gave them both a dreamy, lopsided smile and sighed happily.
“Good!  C-cause you two are my f-favorite c-couple!  I’m your b-biggest fan!” 
He began to giggle, eventually turning into a full-blown laughter that made it
hard for them to keep him up as they walked.
“Fan?”  Chili questioned, trying to regain his grip on Cilan, and failing quite
miserably.
“I don’t even want to know,” Cress muttered, pondering if they should just drop
Cilan right there and let him find his way home alone.  No, he supposed that
would be cruel.  Though laughing at his inevitable hangover was sounding like a
good idea all of a sudden.
And hours later, when that time came, Cilan swore he was never drinking that
much ever again.  Because if he had to hear Cress sarcastically ask if he
wanted to watch them make out one more time, he was liable to die from
embarrassment.
***** Wed Me *****
Honestly, Chili didn’t know how they’d managed it.
“Chili, tell me how no one caught this.”  But he couldn’t.  He really couldn’t.
“I guess Sinnoh is really lax about these things?  I mean, didn’t you find that
book in Canalave City that was talking about how pokémon and humans used to
marry each other?”
“Yes, but we applied for a marriage license in this region to see what they’d
do and they didn’t even notice were brothers.  I know we don’t look very
similar for twins, but it’s like they didn’t even look at our birth
certificates.”
Chili could only stare at the paper in his hands, not able to figure out what
to say.  Cress looked like he was torn between laughing and crying.
“Chili.  We’re legally married in Sinnoh.  As long as we’re here, you’re my
husband.”
“Y-yeah.  And you’re my husband too…”  Chili looked to Cress, then back to the
marriage certificate, then suddenly stood up with a determined look in his
eyes.  “Let’s see how far we can take this!”
---
“Hoenn was even easier than Sinnoh, somehow.”  Chili nodded, a brand new
certificate showing that he was legally bound to Cress.  It was all a little
overwhelming for what started as a joke.
“Hey Cress?”
“Yes?”  Chili grinned, setting the papers aside and pulling Cress into his
arms.
“Don’t you think we should have our honeymoon soon?”
---
“Cilan will never believe this is happening.”  Johto hadn’t disappointed. 
Chili kept expecting these regions to figure out the truth and revoke their
married status, but it had yet to happen in three regions.  Only one more, and
they’d be married on an entire continent.
“He’ll just be upset we didn’t have some big wedding or something.”  Speaking
of weddings…  “Hey, if Kanto lets us get married too, I’ll but you a wedding
ring, okay?”
“…It had better be expensive.”  Chili laughed and pulled Cress in for a kiss.
“Only the best for my husband.”
---
“Why aren’t they questioning why we aren’t married in Unova?”  Why were blue
diamond white gold wedding rings so expensive was the better question as far as
Chili was concerned.  But Cress had gotten a nice him a nice gold band with
rubies set in it, and it wasn’t nearly as girly as Cress’s, so he guessed it
all worked out.
“We gotta pay for these things in every region, and it’s not like we live here,
so maybe they don’t care as long as they get our money.”  Cress made a noise of
assent, but he was more concerned with watching how the light reflected off the
diamond.
That was fine with Chili.  He’d rather watch his husband enjoying himself than
wonder why they were able to get married in foreign regions anyway.  Why
question a good thing?
---
“How was your trip?”  Cilan asked when his brothers were back home after
several months of traveling abroad.
They shared a look before holding out their left hands, proudly showing off
their wedding bands.
It took three hours before Cilan stopped complaining about not telling him
sooner, but they didn’t regret a thing.  Even if Unova would never let them be
wed, as far as they—and now Cilan—were concerned, they were forever bound.
Till death did they part.
And maybe even longer than that.
***** Invite Me *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains actual sex! If you don't wish to read twincest
     porn, skip this chapter.
Chili thought about Cress a lot—definitely a lot more than most teenage boys
thought about their twin brothers.  No, Chili couldn’t go very long without
something about Cress entering his mind.  His eyes, his hair, his voice, his
laugh, his smile, his long fingers, his fit body, his firm ass…  The list went
on and on, and when night fell, Chili’s thoughts only became more persistent,
to the point Cress was often all he could think about as he lay in his bed.
In his most private thoughts, Cress was his, and when Chili touched himself, he
imagined it was his brother doing it.  He knew it was wrong, but for as much as
his brain said no, his heart and body craved Cress.  He loved his brother, and
no amount of reasoning was going to change that.
It had been a long day at the restaurant, filled with frustration at all the
girls who swarmed around Chili, practically throwing themselves at him.  While
he couldn’t blame them, he was still jealous that they could so openly show him
their affection.  Then there was the fear that Cress would say yes to one of
them someday…
Therefore, by the time he was able to escape, he ran to his room and flopped
onto his bed with a deep sigh.  Being in love with one’s brother was hard
work.  Not only was there the fear and jealousy, but he had to watch Cress
sauntering around all afternoon, day after day, with that sexy confidence that
fit his sexy body perfectly…  With every flip of his hair or sway of his hips,
Chili had to fight off a raging erection.
Luckily, he no longer had that restriction, and he allowed the memories to wash
over him.  Cress, Cress, Cress.  He didn’t need to think of anyone or anything
anymore, and he immediately took advantage of that as he untied his apron and
tossed it to the floor.  Next came the button to his pants, then the zipper. 
He didn’t take them off just yet, instead opting to slip his hand in and
running his fingers over his quickly hardening cock, imagining that it was
Cress doing it.  Cress wouldn’t want him to hurry, so he assumed this was more
authentic.
Next he removed his bowtie and vest, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  If
Cress ran his hands over his chest, would it feel like this?  Would Cress tease
his nipples with his fingers or his teeth?  He occasionally like to change his
fantasies, but he often fell back to certain mainstays, because they just
seemed so very Cress.
Soon he was hard and unable to take the pressure of his pants any longer.  He
lifted his hips and pulled them and his underwear down, allowing his erection
to bob free.  One shaking hand ran over it, while the other pinched one of his
nipples.  It felt good—it always did—but he still couldn’t help but wish they
were Cress’s hands touching him instead of his own.  He closed his eyes and
imagined his brother, naked and aroused, leaning over him and working is
magic.  Cress would bring Chili to the edge and back until he went insane from
need…
“C-Cress—!” he gasped, pumping his cock faster as images of his twin flooded
his mind.
“Yes?”
The world seemed to stop at that one little word.  Chili, already in overdrive,
almost cried at his bad luck.  He’d forgotten to lock the door!  And now
Cress…he…!
“Please, don’t stop on my account.  I’m enjoying the show greatly.”
Chili wondered if he was dreaming, or if Cress really just said that he liked
watching him masturbate.  Regardless, he couldn’t take it any longer; his hand
began to move on its own accord.  And Cress!  Cress was actually there and
enjoying himself!  Just seeing his brother in the flesh was driving him to the
edge—!
“Now, now Chili,” Cress tsked, crossing the room in quick strides until he was
at the foot of Chili’s bed, “how rude of you not to invite me to the party.” 
He climbed onto the bed and grabbed Chili’s hands, swiftly replacing them with
his own.  Chili moaned and cried out Cress’s name as he pumped his cock, a
smirk on his face the entire time.  Chili came within a few minutes of his
intense ministrations, releasing into Cress’s hand with a wordless cry.
Cress allowed his twin a short while to ride out his orgasm before leaning over
and stealing a kiss, which Chili eagerly returned.
“Cress,” he mumbled through the kiss, “can I…?”
“You don’t need my permission Chili.  Please, do as you like.”
And so he did.  That day, and many days, weeks, months, and years to come.
***** Call Me *****
Cilan loved his brothers.  Not to the extent that they loved each other, but
they were his only real family and he could always depend on them.
But sometimes he really, really wished that they could keep it in their pants.
“Oh, hey Cilan.  What’s up?”  Cilan did his best to keep smiling, but it was
rather difficult.
“Chili…  Where, um,  are your clothes?”  Chili didn’t look in the least bit
concerned that he was on the video phone completely naked.
“Who says I’m naked?”  He had the gall to look offended.  “You can’t tell if
I’m wearing pants.”
“Err, I can see them and your boxers on the floor in the background.  And, ah,
Cress’s too.”  Upon hearing his name, Cress popped into the shot, just as nude
as Chili was.
“Good afternoon Cilan.  How is your visit with Cilan going thus far?”  It
amazed him a little, but he was actually less surprised that Cress was
comfortable walking around in the buff.
“I fine…”  He really didn’t want to go into details at the moment, for fear
Hilbert might come in.  He didn’t want to have to explain why his twins were
answering the phone naked.  He wasn’t prepared for that particular talk quite
yet.  However, there was one thing—the event that made him call home in the
first place—that he simply had to tell them.  “Especially since, well, Hilbert
agreed to be my, um, my boyfriend.”
Cress smiled broadly, while Chili pumped his fist in the air, congratulating
him for finally asking Hilbert out.  Cilan kept the fact that Hilbert asked him
to himself.
“Does this mean you’ll be staying in Nuvema Town longer than you’d planned?” 
Cress didn’t seem upset by the prospect, even though that meant they’d be down
one waiter at the restaurant even longer.  Cilan suspected the fact they could
be as loud as they wanted when he wasn’t there had a lot to do with it.
“Yes, a few days longer.  I told Hilbert that I’d, ah, help him pack.  He’s,
um, going to move to Striaton City.”  He knew he was smiling goofily, but he
couldn’t even begin to care.  Judging by the cheers he was receiving, his
brothers didn’t either.
“Hmm, I bet your gonna have a lot of sleepovers now, huh?”  Chili waggled his
brows suggestively, and Cilan tried not to blush at the insinuation.
He failed.
“That or he could bring Hilbert over and we could have a competition to see who
has sex the loudest.”  Cilan was getting more and more mortified—he couldn’t
even tell if Cress was joking—but Chili just laughed.
“Yeah, I mean, if Hilbert’s gonna be part of the family now, he’ll have to find
out about me and Cress eventually.”
Cress and Chili, for all of their ridiculous antics, were extremely careful
about not exposing their relationship.  They would have never, for example,
done the whole “nude together” thing on the phone if anyone but Cilan had been
calling.  So the fact that they trusted Hilbert so much…
“Come now,” Cress admonished gently, “don’t start crying.  Of course we trust
Hilbert.  He’s an upstanding man who loves you.  We have complete faith that
he’ll be understanding, even if it’s only for your sake.”
Cilan nodded through his watery eyes, smiling brilliantly at his brothers. 
Yes, they could be crude and silly and selfish, but none of that mattered at
times like this.  Because they were his twins and he loved them, imperfections
and all.
***** Yahoo Me *****
Chapter Notes
     This is a continuation of Join Me.
The party had been huge, with every gym leader in Unova attending, as well as
many very strong trainers and even a few elites.  Iris herself had come!
Chili was happy with the turnout, even if it was a bit overwhelming.  They
hadn’t gotten this response when he and his brothers first got their gym, but
now that he and Cress were reopening it as a dual water and fire type gym with
double battles, everyone was suddenly excited.  True, dual gym leaders were a
novelty, and a trainer would have a real challenge commanding two pokémon at
once against Cress and Chili.  Especially since they were a lot stronger then
they’d been years ago, a fact almost everyone at the party had brought up.
The party was on the eve of the gym’s reopening, and they both knew they should
get some sleep.  They’d still be waiters at the restaurant until they had
challengers, and there were a few new staff members coming in that would need
training to help when the brother’s gym leader duties were too time consuming.
There was a possibility they’d have to eventually leave the restaurant all
together, though Cress had insisted they not tell Cilan that quite yet. 
Neither of them liked the idea of separating completely from Cilan, but they
accepted that perhaps it was inevitable with their growing interests in
different fields.  Cilan wanted the restaurant, Cress wanted the gym, and
Chili…  Well, Chili didn’t care so much as long as he was with Cress.
At the current moment, Chili was indeed with Cress, in his brother’s bedroom,
decidedly not sleeping.
“Cress—oh!—we’re gonna regret this in—ahh—the morning.”  Cress stopped sucking
Chili’s neck and smirked.
“Perhaps.  But won’t our victories seem that much sweeter knowing we forwent
resting to have sex instead?”  They had se so regularly that Chili didn’t see
the big deal, but still.  Whatever.  If Cress wanted to fuck instead of sleep,
far be it for him to refuse.
“Whatever you say.  Now, unnn, stop teasing and touch me dammit!”
---
Waking up that morning had been tough.  They’d stayed awake longer than usual,
and had to wake up earlier than normal to prepare.  Cress had insisted on a
grand speech for their very first challenger, and as with everything else,
Chili couldn’t argue with what Cress wanted, even if that meant he’d be yawning
the entire battle.
“I wonder who we’ll get to face first.”  Cress was one step away from gushing,
and Chili’s sleep deprived brain found it almost unnerving.  Still cute of
course, but he figured he was probably pretty biased when it came to Cress.
“I think, um, it will be someone fairly strong,” Cilan said as he unlocked the
restaurant doors.  Before the first customer—Spectator?  Challenger?  Chili
didn’t know; there were more people out there than he’d expected—could enter,
Cilan turned around to face his brothers, smiling coyly.  “I challenge you to a
gym battle.”
Cress’s jaw hung, and almost as if by magic, Chili wasn’t tired anymore.
“Aw yeah,” he cheered, grabbing Cress’s arm and practically dragging him to the
stage where battles took place.  “Let’s do this!”
The crowd settled into the tables, whispering excitedly amongst themselves. 
Cress finally recovered and launched into his dramatic speech, now improvising
with things about brotherly love and whatnot.  Chili watched Cress, a grin
almost splitting his face.  This was happening—he and Cress were officially the
Striaton City gym leaders, and this was what he had to look forward to for a
long time to come.  It was all definitely worth celebrating!
…And later that evening, that was exactly what he and Cress were going to do,
all night long.
***** Break Me *****
“Come on…  It’s gonna be okay, you know?”
There had been many times in the past when Chili wished that Cress would just
shut up, for a variety of reasons.  Now though, he’d give anything for his
brother to say anything, even if it was the vainest, most condescending thing
he could think of.  Anything would be better than this deafening silence.
But Cress didn’t even look at Chili.
The redhead felt the anger bubbling up among the feelings of despair and
desperation.  How dare they?  They didn’t speak to their own children for seven
years and suddenly show up one day to mooch money from them, and then they have
the nerve to say those horrible things?
If Chili hadn’t seen their parents for seven more years, he’d have been
perfectly content.  He swore that if it was a single day less than another seen
years before he had to see their miserable faces again, he wouldn’t hold
himself back.  In fact, if he had it his way, neither he nor his brothers would
ever have to hear from them again.  Unfortunately, he highly doubted that would
be possible.  Not after what their parents had seen.
And they’d always been so careful too…  But to their defense, they had no idea
their own parents would pick the locks to get inside their apartment.  Cilan
had been visiting Hilbert, so they had no reason to stay holed up in a bedroom
when a couch was perfectly fine for a good make out session.  Any brothers with
their kind of relationship would have been just as terrified as they had been,
but they had the added layer of not being on speaking terms with their parents…
It hadn’t ended well.  Cress’s state of despondency was proof of that.
“…It won’t.”
Chili almost jumped at the sound of Cress’s voice after so many hours.
“Don’t think like that…  Hey, no one will believe them.  At worst, they’ll go
to the tabloids, and just last week they were claiming Rosa was pregnant with
her Swadloon’s poké-human leafy hybrid bug babies.  No one takes those things
seriously, and they won’t believe anything they read about us either.”
“Roxie did track down and beat up the man who wrote that article,” Cress mused,
a tiny smile on his face at the memory.  “Perhaps she’ll see fit to do it again
if we ask nicely.”
Chili laughed and sat down next to Cress, leaning into him.  He’d never been so
relieved to see something so simple as a smile.
“We’re friends with her and her girlfriend, so probably.  Though I doubt she
needs many excuses to beat jerks to a pulp…”  Cress chuckled, and Chili knew
he’d been right—everything would be okay one way or another.  He’d make sure of
it, and he knew Cilan and their friends all would be on their side too.  Maybe
their secret would get out, but they could make it through anything, Chili just
knew it.
But just for his own piece of mind, if the tabloids did run an article on their
incestuous relationship and upset Cress further, he was going to Roxie to break
a few bones.  Something told him Cress wouldn’t have many objections.
***** Enamor Me *****
Chili was acting odd.
And by that, Cress meant odder than his brother’s normal garden variety
weirdness.  Chili was always rather excitable and loud, but lately it seemed
anytime he saw his hot-blooded twin, he would lose all sense of personal space
and dish out compliments left and right.  Then there were the little gifts…  He
now had more Panpour and Simipour trinkets than he had known existed and all
those little fancy snacks were going to make him fat if Chili kept it up.
Odder still, Cilan wasn’t getting the same treatment.  It was just him, and as
nice as it was…  He couldn’t help think it felt a lot like Chili was trying to
woo him.
But that was crazy.  As if Chili, of all people, would attempt any sort of
courtship ritual, let alone go through with it with his unsuspecting twin
brother.  Chili would be the type to just walk up to someone he wanted and
confess without hesitation, or maybe kiss them unexpectedly and hope for the
best.  No, whatever this was, there was no way it was because Chili was trying
to pursue him.
…Though Cress truly wished he was.
---
“Cress!  You like these, right?  I made them this morning!”  Cress looked at
the fancy bonbons suspiciously.  These were hard to make, and they there at the
top of the few sweets Cress loved.  Chili knew this—Cress had asked him to make
them once many years ago and Chili had complained about how long they took to
make and why didn’t he just make them himself if he wanted them so badly?  But
now here he was, handing them over out of the blue.
It was making Cress love Chili even more, and that only served to make him more
frustrated.
“I believe you know very well that I love them,” he snapped, no longer able to
take it after weeks of being teased with something he couldn’t have, whether
Chili meant to or not.  “But I don’t want them.  I don’t want any more gifts
unless you can tell me why you’re doing this.”
Chili’s face took on a mixture of surprise, sadness, and indignity.  It was the
latter emotion that made Cress huff and storm off.  If Chili thought he was
overreacting, then fine.  But he was completely justified and he wasn’t going
to put up with such rude behavior!
…He spent the rest of the night sulking in his bedroom and lamenting how cruel
fate was to make him fall in hopeless love with his brother.
---
Cress was eating breakfast when Chili walked in and plopped down across from
him.
“Is the princess feeling less like a drama queen today?”  Cress was determined
to ignore him.  “Cause I’ve got, like, two dozen more things to give you and if
you keep acting like a spoiled brat, they’ll go to waste, and—”
“Spoiled brat?” Cress whipped his head up, and Chili’s grin only made him want
to punch his face harder.  “…Surely you are the brat to resort to name calling
just to get my attention.”
“Yeah, sure, I’m a brat, I’ll admit it.”  Chili snatched a piece of banana off
Cress’s plate and plopped it in his mouth to emphasize the point, mumbling
something about wishing he had bacon instead.  “But you’re the one who’s
freaking out over my awesome courtship skills and not just accepting it
already.”
Cress starred at him for several long moments.
“What?”
“Come on, I know you like me that way too.”  He rolled his eyes and stood up
abruptly.  “Hey, I gonna make some bacon.  You want some?”
“N-no,” Cress stuttered, still not really understanding what the hell was going
on.  “But wait.  You really were trying to court me.  Why?”
“I figured you’d like something like that,” Chili admitted easily, searching
for a griddle.  “Did it work?”
Cress couldn’t help himself—he laughed so hard that Chili momentarily forgot
about his bacon and looked at him as if he’d gone mad.
“Yes Chili,” he finally managed to choke out.  “You’ve successfully wooed me. 
I just can’t believe that you…  I…!  Oh my, I just—”
When Chili walked over and kissed him unexpectedly, Cress had no problems with
it.  This was very much what he expected of Chili, and he could never be upset
about that.
***** Get Me *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is more explicit than most that aren't outright porn, so
     please be warned of upcoming sexual situations. Also, this prompt was
     inspired by the song Spiel Mit Mir by Rammstein.
There were nights when every insecurity Chili ever had came crashing down on
him, and sleep was impossible.  It had gone on since his childhood, and when he
and his brothers were appointed gym leaders, they finally noticed.  Of course
they had; once the lack of sleep began to affect his performance, it affected
them all.  He felt bad, but he simply couldn’t sleep in that state, and he
couldn’t bring himself to tell them why he couldn’t sleep.
Cress was the one who became his savior.
“Let me stay in your room tonight,” he had insisted.  “I know how to help you
fall asleep.”
And it had worked—very well in fact.  So much so that years later, he still had
Cress help him sleep when those feelings hit him.  Though he still refused to
tell his brother about the source of his fits of insomnia…  Especially now that
Cress himself was a large part of the reason.
Chili came with a groan, all the tension flowing from his body.  However, when
he looked up and saw Cress wiping his hand with a tissue, he felt part of it
come back.  This wasn’t working anymore, not really.  He couldn’t calm down
from Cress’s ministrations when they meant so much more to him now.
But Chili didn’t say anything; he didn’t want this to end, even if it was
painful.  He knew that eventually Cress would find out that he still couldn’t
sleep, and then all of this would stop, and Chili would feel even worse.  In
three years, he’d grown accustomed to Cress’s touch, but now…  Now he wanted
Cress to mean something when he touched him.  He wanted—
“Wait,” he called out as Cress began to leave, desperation leaking into his
tone.  “Will you…?”  He trailed off, losing his nerve when Cress looked at him
so expectantly and he realized what he was just about to ask.
“Will I what?” Cress asked when it became clear that Chili wasn’t going to
continue.
“Never mind,” he mumbled, turning to face the wall.  “Thanks…  Good night.”
When he heard the door shut, he turned onto his back and berated himself for
not saying anything.  ‘Come back!’ he wanted to yell.  ‘Please stay with me!  I
love you!’  But it was already wrong that Cress jerked him off multiple times a
month—adding actual emotions was just further complicating matters.  So he had
to keep quiet and never tell that he wanted—no needed—more.
Chili stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity, wondering how he’d
explain the bags under his eyes in the morning…when he heard his bedroom door
open.  He realized too late that he should have pretended to be asleep, but
judging by the knowing look on Cress’s face, he doubted he would have actually
fooled him.
“My apologies,” he whispered in a very unapologetic manner, holding one of his
ridiculously fluffy pillows in his arms, “but your pillows are simply too hard
and flat.  But if you’d merely told me that you wished for me to stay, I’d have
come prepared earlier.”  He climbed into the bed and situated himself under the
covers.  “You know, I’ve wanted to stay for a while, but I thought I might be
crossing even more boundaries than I already am.  After all, I’m sure no other
brothers would find what we’re doing even remotely acceptable.”
Chili said nothing as Cress pulled him into his arms, though there was so very
much he wanted to say.  The moment Cress touched him, a feeling of warmth
spread through his body and his eyelids felt heavy.  All the things he wanted
to say would simply have to wait until morning, and he had no doubts that Cress
would be there when that time came.
Asleep, Chili missed the affectionate smile Cress gave him, and the whispered
“I love you.”  Cress decided that he’d just have to say it enough when Chili
awoke to make up for the past three years that he’d kept it a secret.
***** Fight Me *****
Cress supposed that it had been a stupid fight.
It really wasn’t the end of the world if Chili left his clothes strewn about
Cress’s room—and admittedly, he was usually the one striping them off Chili and
flinging them to the floor in the first place—but Cress had been tired and
upset and Chili getting so defensive had made him frustrated.  Tensions had
rising concurrently with their voices.  Things had been said on both sides that
weren’t meant, and Cress certainly wasn’t proud of the things he’d shouted in
the heat of the moment.
But Chili hadn’t spoken to him in three days, which was three days longer than
how long it usually took for them to make up after an argument.  He wondered if
Chili was waiting for him to apologize first, but surely Chili knew better
than  that.  Cress didn’t do apologies, and he wasn’t about to start.
…Even if most of it was his fault.  And he really did miss Chili.  And the
fight was definitely affecting their work.  But no!  If Chili wanted to play
this game, he’d play it and he’d win.  He could wait until Chili gave in…
---
Two days later, Cress wondered if he was losing his mind.  Chili seemed fine. 
He still wouldn’t talk to him, but around everyone else he seemed perfectly
happy.  It was driving Cress mad---how could Chili seem so normal when he was
wracked with this strange guilt?  He was Cress!  He didn’t need to feel guilty,
because it wasn’t his fault!
Except it was.  And this time, even he couldn’t deny that.  He’d overreacted
and had been the first one to yell, and the hurtful things he’d said cut deeper
than anything Chili had done.  But apologizing was such a foreign concept to
him that he didn’t know where to start…  So he recruited some help.
“Err…  You just go up to him and say I’m sorry.”  Cress gave Cilan an
exasperated look, but his brother just shrugged.  “I’m not sure what you want
me to say?  There’s no secret to it.  You’re just, kind of, um…  Self-
centered…?”
Though he felt himself bristle at the criticism, he couldn’t deny it was
valid.  And that had been fine at one point, but now that Chili was more than
just his brother, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe Cilan was right.  One
should be selfless to their lovers when possible, should they not?  He should
just go up to Chili and—
The kitchen door opened, and in walked just the person causing Cress so much
moral confusion.
“I’ll, ah, leave you too alone.”  Cilan beat a hasty retreat, leaving Cress to
grasp for words.  Chili going about his business and acting as if he weren’t
there wasn’t helping him.  Finally, he decided to just do as he was advised.
“…I’m sorry.”  The words felt odd on his tongue and he was almost positive that
he didn’t sound even a fraction as sincere as he felt.  Apparently Chili didn’t
either, because he didn’t acknowledge the apology.  He thought for a moment
before trying again.  “I’m an asshole who was very wrong and I am truly sorry,
even if my nature as a selfish dick makes it sound otherwise.”
At last, Chili turned to face him, but he still said nothing.  Rather, he
crossed his arms over his chest and gave Cress an expectant look.  Cress
sighed; he knew what that look meant…
“Also, you’re a sex god whose cock I feel privileged to suck.”
“You’re forgiven.”  Cress wanted to be upset, really he did, but he just
couldn’t when Chili was finally in his arms and kissing him for all he was
worth after a long five days.
This fight hadn’t improved his dislike of apologizing, but he couldn’t say he
didn’t like the end result…  Maybe he’d have to be a bit quicker to say he was
sorry—and add some lavish compliments—next time.
But only to Chili.  He did still have standards after all.
***** Love Me *****
It was a simple thing, it really was, and Cress knew that his hesitancy was
rather silly.  But they’d spent so long hiding their relationship that doing
something so blatant in public seemed downright reckless.  True, they were in
Sinnoh, but what if someone from Unova was vacationing or something of the
sort?  If someone recognized them and word of it got out…
“Oh for the love of—!  Cress, will you just hold my damn hand, you giant baby?”
Cress gave his brother an unimpressed glare, which Chili returned with full
force as he yet again tried to swipe his hand.  And also yet again, Cress
pulled it just out of reach.
“Chili, I really don’t think we should—”
“You think way too much sometimes.”
“—do something so careless when someone who knows who we are could see us.”
Chili snorted and rolled his eyes.  He didn’t say any more as they walked
through the streets of Canalave City.  Cress thought he’d made his point and
relaxed…
Only for Chili to dive for his hand and cheer triumphantly when he caught it.
“Chili!”  He tried to yank himself free, but Chili wasn’t budging.  “Will you
let go?”
“No.”
Cress almost stumbled at the force Chili used behind such a simple word.  Even
his face looked completely fed up—a look Cress wasn’t at all used to seeing. 
They stopped and looked at each other for several long moments before Chili was
grinning again.  Cress let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been
holding.
“Hey, come on now, as if we’re gonna meet anyone who knows a couple of ex-gym
leaders from the other side of the world.  Will you just relax and enjoy
yourself?”
Well, he guessed that Chili had a point.  It was fairly doubtful anyone would
know them, and they had come all the way to Sinnoh to get some time alone
without needing to worry about getting caught…  No, he decided, he wasn’t doing
a very good job of relaxing at all.
“Fine,” he relented, squeezing Chili’s hand affectionately.  “You’re right, and
I won’t be so paranoid from now on.  I promise.”  Chili smiled brilliantly,
which Cress returned in a more subdued manner.  They both knew that Cress
didn’t make promises lightly.  He wouldn’t be able to completely lay his fears
to rest, but they’d come this far to have fun, and he was going to have fun!
“Hey!”  Chili exclaimed as Cress suddenly pulled him along without any
warning.  “Where are we going in such a hurry?”
Cress didn’t stop or turn around, but he would be surprised if Chili couldn’t
tell he was smirking just by his tone of voice.
“I’ve always wanted us to come as close to public indecency without being
arrested as we possibly could.  So let’s find a crowd and see how far we can
get our tongues down each others’ throats before parents start complaining.”
Just as Cress thought, Chili had no complaints about this plan whatsoever.
“…I really love you.”
“Heh, I know.”
***** Value Me *****
While Chili and Cress seemed like confident people—perhaps even overconfident
at times—they both had their inner demons to contend with.  In both cases, they
hid their insecurities well from everyone, so the point no one suspected
otherwise.  They did share many things with each other, but even then, it
wasn’t everything.  Certainly not their fears that pertained to their
relationship.
Cress wondered why Chili put up with such an egomaniac who could never admit
when he was wrong.
Chili wondered why Cress put up with such a screw up who never seemed to know
when to shut up.
Neither ever hinted towards their doubts…  At least until the night Chili woke
up to find Cress was no longer in his arms.
“Hey…”  Cress adverted his gaze from the sky and gave his twin a small smile. 
It wasn’t a sad smile, but it wasn’t particularly happy either.  “Couldn’t
sleep?”
It was rather obvious that he couldn’t, but Chili didn’t know what else to
say.  Cress only came out to the fire escape when something was wrong, and
Chili hadn’t known he was upset about anything.  It worried him.
“No, not really.  Did I wake you?”  He smiled a fraction wider when Chili shook
his head.  “Good.  I tried to be as quiet as I could.  I simply…  Needed to
clear my thoughts.”
“Can’t you tell me what’s wrong?”  Cress’s smile slowly faded, a pensive
expressive replacing it.  He looked back to the night sky and sighed.
“…No, not really.”
“That means it’s about me, doesn’t it?”  Cress didn’t answer right away, though
it was another question with a very obvious answer.  Chili just couldn’t
imagine why.  When Cress finally nodded, Chili felt a cold chill run down his
spine despite the warm night air surrounding them.
“Don’t misunderstand; you’ve done nothing wrong.  It’s more…”  He turned back
to Chili, regarding him with utter sincerity.  “You didn’t decide to be my
brother, but you did choose to be my lover.  Why?”
Why?  Chili often thought the same question of Cress, but he’d never once
wondered why he chose Cress.  He’d never had to—it was completely simple and
utterly obvious to him.
“Because I love you, duh.”  Cress didn’t seem satisfied with his response, so
Chili laughed and tried again.  “I love how confident you are.  I love how your
eyes light up when you’re happy.  I love how you totally command every battle
you have.  I love how you sing to yourself when you think no one’s around.  I
love when you smile, no matter why you’re doing it.  I love your voice and your
body and your everything!  There’s nothing about you I don’t love, and if
you’re really doubting that, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Chili, I’m not perfect…”  Cress’s voice was small and wavering with emotion,
and Chili felt his heart swell.
“Don’t I know it!”  He laughed, and he imagined Cress was rolling his eyes.
 “But you’re…perfect in your imperfection.  If you didn’t have your flaws, you
wouldn’t be you.  I love you even though you’re a self-centered dick
sometimes.  Hell, I love you because you’re a self-centered dick.  You’re
just…you.”
Silence reigned for many minutes, and Chili let Cress take his time.  He hadn’t
thought about his words—he’d merely said what was in his heart.  He meant every
word of it though, and maybe, just a little bit, he felt a little better about
his own insecurities.  He didn’t doubt that his twin loved him just as much as
he loved Cress, so perhaps Cress loved his imperfections too…?
“…Thank you Chili.  For as impetuous as you are, sometimes you are ridiculously
insightful.”  He was pretty sure that meant yes, he did.
“Well, heh, whatever you say.”  He held out his hand and flashed Cress a grin. 
“Ready to get back to bed now?”
Cress didn’t hesitate to accept, and hand in hand, they returned into the
apartment.
Their fears wouldn’t disappear immediately, but that night they came to
understand each other better.  And from that point forth, neither would be
quite so secretive with their emotions.  They didn’t have to—it was clear that
no matter what, they would always love each other.
***** Shag Me *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains no actual sex, but lots of talk of it. The word
     "fuck" is thrown around a lot too. Be warned if that isn't to your
     tastes.
It had been three weeks, two days, and eleven hours since Cress uttered those
awful, terrible words.
“I think Cilan is getting suspicious.  We should act normal for a while.”
At first, Chili hadn’t thought much about it, if only because he was pissed at
Cress insinuating that they were abnormal.  Even if their relationship wasn’t
exactly accepted, you didn’t come right out and say what they were doing was
wrong.  They weren’t hurting anyone and neither was forcing anything onto the
other, so what they hell did anyone care?
After he calmed down, he understood that perhaps Cilan wasn’t ready to know
yet, and that was fine.  But then a week passed and Cress wouldn’t kiss him. 
Two weeks and he really missed Cress leaving his bedroom door unlocked for him
at night.  Three weeks and even masturbating wasn’t doing much for him.  He
missed Cress—his voice, his kiss, his touch, his cock.  Oh, his cock.  Chili
would give anything to suck Cress’s dick, and here his brother was ignoring
him.  It was infuriating.
Honestly, he thought Cress must be losing his goddamn mind to keep pushing him
away-they were seventeen; where was his sex drive?—but he’d put up with it thus
far.  But all day, Chili hadn’t been able to focus on his work.  It was all
Cress, all the time.  And more often than not, he found himself staring at
Cress’s tight ass, imagining himself balls deep in it, or maybe Cress riding
him and moaning like he was in heat.
He wasn’t sure how many erections he’d had to will away that day, but it was
far too many for his tastes.  And the thought that Cress wouldn’t do anything
about his predicament only served to agitate him further…  So when they’d
closed for the evening, Chili waited until Cilan left before rushing behind him
and locking the door.  Cress gave him a puzzled look, which soon disappeared
when Chili advanced upon him.
“Chili, I can guess what you’re planning, but don’t—”
“Why?”  Chili questioned, not stopping.  Cress started to back up.  “It’s been
almost a month.  My balls are gonna be as blue as your hair at this rate!  How
is not having sex going to solve anything?”
“You know very well that Cilan—” He knew Cress would give him hell later for
all the interruptions, but right then he didn’t care.
“Yanno, I don’t think Cilan will care.  Hell, I think he’ll be happy for us. 
And even if he isn’t…”  Cress bumped into a table, and Chili was quick to cross
the gap between them, effectively trapping Cress in place.  “…so what?  Cilan
has nothing to do with us.”
“Chili, stop.”  The thought of bending Cress over the table and fucking him so
hard he lost his voice from screaming dominated Chili’s mind.  He was painfully
hard, and he had no doubts that Cress could feel it with as close as they were
pinned together.
“I don’t think you want me to.”  He was smirking—it was obvious that Cress
wanted to keep going.  After all, Cress was almost as hard as Chili, and his
eyes were beginning to glaze over.  “But you know that if you say no, fine,
I’ll stop.  But really Cress…  Do you honestly want me to stop?”
Cress didn’t answer at first, instead opting to glare as best he could.  It
wasn’t very convincing, but Chili back up anyway.  Cress almost whined when
their bodies lost contact.
“Chili.”  Chili only smirked wider.  “Get your ass over here and fuck me into
this table.”
Chili laughed when Cress reached out and yanked him back.  Yeah, he knew his
twin pretty well.
“Yes sir.”
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“You, um, broke one of the tables?”  They were both disheveled, but oh so very
sated.  Cilan had harbored suspicions about his brothers before, but now…  He
really didn’t have any doubts.  Especially when Cress, who loved to hear
himself talk, could only nod in a dazed manner.
“Yeah, but hey, we’ll replace it, so don’t worry, okay?  Now, excuse us, but
we’re a little tired, so goodnight.”  Chili put his arm around Cress’s shoulder
and led him away.  Cress followed without a peep…  And was Cilan seeing things
or was he walking a little oddly?  Oh, and they were going to Chili’s room…
Yeah, he’d been right all along—they were totally fucking.  Hilbert owned him
so much money now that it wasn’t even funny.
***** X Me *****
Chapter Notes
     TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS AHEAD
     X Me calls for a reader to give the prompt. Suicidal Chili was sent
     to me by tumblr user ajockeynamedpod, so kudos to her!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The hospital halls were cold and sterile, and Cress hated being there.  He
hated that he had to be out here instead of in the room his brother was in. 
But most of all, he hated himself, because he knew that it was his fault Chili
was here in the first place.
He’d seen the warning signs.  He knew Chili was unhappy, and Cress had thought
he was helping by making Chili open up about it.  He still thought that way in
fact, but the problem came when Chili broke down and confessed everything…
“I’m sorry.  I don’t… I don’t feel that way about you.”
Chili had bared his heart, and Cress had struck him down.  And he hadn’t even
meant it.  He’d just been scared—no, terrified—of what would happen.  Besides,
Chili deserved better than him!
Or so he’d thought until the day he found Chili in the bathroom, bleeding on
the floor, his arms littered with long vertical slices.  He hadn’t even known
if Chili was alive at that point, and he was too paralyzed to do anything but
scream until Cilan came running and called an ambulance.  The paramedics later
told them that Cilan wrapping his arms was probably the only thing that stopped
Chili from dying right there on the floor.
Cress couldn’t even help his dying brother.  He felt useless and pathetic, and
when they were given the note Chili had tucked into his pockets by a nurse, he
knew Cilan wasn’t very happy with him either.
“You told him that?  Cress…  How could you?  Why would you lie to him like
that?  You’ve loved him for years, I know you have!”  Cilan might not have come
out and said it was his fault, but he really didn’t have to.  Cress knew.
And now Chili was hovering between life and death, but he had to stay out here,
in this cold, sterile hallway.  Even Cilan had been permitted in, but they
didn’t trust that he was stable enough to see Chili in that state.  Maybe he
wasn’t.  He still wanted to be in there.
“Maybe it’s best you’re not there if he wakes up,” Cilan had quipped as he’d
past him into Chili’s room almost four hours ago.  Cress might have taken a
swing if he hadn’t been so shell-shocked—not because Cilan wasn’t right about
it being his fault, but because of that if.  Chili would make it.  He had to.
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Cress had refused to leave the hospital, even when Cilan went home to make sure
all the workers and customers would know they wouldn’t be open for a while and
lock everything up.  He still wasn’t allowed to see his unconscious brother,
but it didn’t stop him from staying in the hall outside his door until he was
forced into the waiting room that evening.
The nurses on night duty allowed him to stay as long as he was quiet.  It was
fine; he didn’t have anything to say until Chili was awake.
He ended up falling asleep shortly after two in the morning, and he slept
fitfully in an uncomfortable chair until a nurse woke him up two hours later. 
Chili was awake.  And he wanted to see Cress, immediately.
Cress was excited, nervous, frantic, and guilt-wracked, but he followed the
nurse until she finally let him into Chili’s room, then shut the door behind
him with instructions to call her right away if anything went wrong.  He barely
heard her as he finally saw his twin.  It was painful.  His arms were covered
in thick bandages, he was hooked up to multiple IVs, and his skin was pale and
sickly.  And then his eyes…  They looked so dead.  But through all of that, he
still smiled when he saw Cress.
Cress began to sob harder than he ever had in his life.
I’m sorry.  Please forgive me.  Don’t leave me.  I need you.  I love you.   
Don’t do this again.  We’ll get you help, I promise.  It will all be alright. 
I’ll never lie to you again.  Please please please.
The words came out in a blur, and he was surprised that Chili was able to
understand him at all.  But when he finally fell silent, Chili just shook his
head very slightly and whispered,
“I’m sorry too.”
It would be a long time before Chili was healed, both physically and mentally,
but Cress swore right then that he would never let Chili down again, ever.
Because he loved Chili, and he’d be damned if he ever let his fears ruin that
again.
Chapter End Notes
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