Just a Dream
By Lord Agravane the Undead
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the character within.
"Come on Boss," Saturn murmured, his lips close to Cyrus's sensitive ear. "I know you want to. We both want this…so much!"
"Commander, we should not be doing this!" Cyrus insisted. However, the look in his eyes and the closeness of his body against Saturn betrayed him.
Saturn and Cyrus were in the middle of Eterna Forest, in a sheltered clearing. The air was still, with not a whisper of wind to be heard. Saturn gently lay Cyrus down on the soft grass and kissed his forehead. His fingers brushed against the zip on Cyrus's jacket and his free arm slid underneath Cyrus's back.
Cyrus swallowed and nodded his head. Saturn smiled and eased the zip down. Then he leaned in close, pressing his lips against Cyrus' lips.
Cyrus awoke at once, eyes staring at the ceiling above. He was in his bed, in his own room at the Team Galactic HQ. His cheeks were flushed, his heart beating quickly and his pyjama jacket stuck to his back with sweat.
It was that dream…again!
Every night, without fail, the same dream. Well, maybe not *exactly* the same. Sometimes he in Eterna Forest, sometimes in one of the warp caves at Amity Square, sometimes on the shore of Lake Verity. But always with Saturn. And they always ended up making out.
Cyrus sat up in bed, squirming free of his bedclothes. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the wooden floorboards touching his toes. He wiped a hand across his clammy forehead and tried to calm his frantic breathing.
This must not happen to me, Cyrus thought. It is indicative of emotions and I do not want emotions. Only when I can rid myself of the burden of feelings, can I obtain perfection and godhood.
Cyrus reached for his water bottle on the side table drawer. Unscrewing the cap, he took a long, slow drink. This combined with the lack of bedcovers and the cold wood beneath his feet, relaxed him and lowered his body temperature. Cyrus felt calm and in control again.
Sighing, he replaced the bottle cap and put the bottle down with a soft clunk. Then he slipped back into bed, putting his head on the pillow and staring at nothing in particular.
I will control these dreams Cyrus vowed to himself. Tonight is the last night that I shall have one. My will power can conquer any feelings of passion I may suffer from while I sleep.
Cyrus and Saturn were in Professor Rowan's laboratory, both shirtless and with their arm wrapped tightly around each other. Saturn was nibbling at Cyrus's ear and Cyrus was attempting to protest.
"Commander, we must stop," he said. "If ever Professor Rowan comes back and finds us…"
"Heh, that's what makes it fun," Saturn smirked. He tightened his embrace around his Boss and homed in on his lips. Cyrus did not resist…
Cyrus awoke again, breathless and wet with sweat. He blinked and gasped, coming slowly back to reality. He was not in the lab but safe in his own room again.
It had happened again! His willpower had failed him. Cyrus put his hand over his eyes and groaned softly. As he moved his arm, his elbow bumped against something. Something soft and warm, that stirred and awoke.
"Uh, Boss? Are you alright?" Saturn mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.
Cyrus glanced over at his nightly bedfellow. He nodded.
"It was just a dream," he said. "Go back to sleep, Commander".
The End