You know what happens when you explore Tumblr too long? This happens.

Inspired by someone on Tumblr, I've decided to make a drabble series with Sycamore being a part of Team Flare (Team Flare AU). And I love Perfectworldshipping. Who doesn't love it? Okay, probably a lot out there... Anywho, this is what I came up. This will be updated from time to time. Only when I'm in the mood for writing Lysandre/Sycamore. Know that this isn't always about smut.

Warning: Major AU, Language, Yaoi, Smut, slash, Perfectworldshipping, fluff, drinking, bondage (not the non-con kind o_o) but only done once, Major OOCness, some angst, character deaths in one part, Team Flare Sycamore, Dark (in a few places), some violence

This is practically a bunch of drabbles that occur in the same universe. This first part is three years before the events of the game.

I do NOT own Pokemon.

Flames will be used to Power up the Ultimate Weapon (Go Team Flare!)

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Lumiose City isn't always what it seems. Especially at night. It's always been advised that, when traveling the city alone at night, you always have a companion with you. Or at least some Pokemon. The back alleys of Lumiose were the most dangerous of them all. It's locations like those that you're most likely to be jumped.

Professor Augustine Sycamore always came prepared when he traveled the alleyways alone. But there were times that he would think he wouldn't need his Pokemon with him. This is one of those nights. The Professor held his white lab coat closer as he quickly made his way through the maze of alleyways. Only guided by the few lights that illuminated from the windows. Augustine was just returning from a visit at his friend's flat and was currently making his way home. He thought the alleyways would make a good short cut. But Augustine already realized how terribly wrong he was.

Having to always play front-to-back every few minutes or so, he knew he couldn't keep his guard down. Especially with the Lumiose Gang around. They've been known the jump wandering tourists or citizens and rob them of their Pokemon. Or worse... Augustine picked up the pace. He just wanted to return to the safety and security of his Lab. Where he would be in the company of his Pokemon. Perhaps he should've let Lysandre walk him home. The blazing haired man looked very concerned for him.

"Shit..." The Professor cursed under his breath when he realized he had reached a dead end. The reason why he was so terrified now was because he had the feeling that he was being followed. His suspicions were bitterly confirmed after he turned around. Three punks, two men and a woman, were blocking his only escape.

"Going someplace, Mr.?" one of the punks asked as they slowly approached him. Like a predator cornering their prey.

"Please, I don't want to cause any trouble." Sycamore tried to reason with the punks as he backed away from them until his back hit the stone-cold wall.

"Aww, is someone scared?" the female punk asked mockingly.

"Just hand over whatever you have and we'll let you go."

"I...I don't have anything on me. Honest!" Augustine replied as he held both hands up.

"He's lying." the second male punk hissed.

"I know." the first replied.

"No! I swear! I don't have anything on me!

"Can it, asshole!" the female punk snapped.

"Let's teach this guy a lesson on what happens when you lie to the Lumiose City Gang."

Augustine whimpered and shook in fear as the punks grew closer. He wanted to reach for his phone, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. He wouldn't be fast enough and by the time he makes the call, he could be lying in a puddle of his own blood. Augustine soon found himself curled up in the corner as the punks towered him. All with malicious grins on their faces.

"Please..." Augustine whispered. The professor closed his eyes and braced himself for the blows. But they never came. The sound of a Poke Ball opening suddenly filled his ears and he snapped his eyes open.

"Get away from him." a familiar voice demanded coldly.

"Tch. Who the hell are you?" one of the punks asked.

"LYSSY!" Augustine cried.

"Well, well, well. Looks like this guy has himself a boyfriend!" All three punks laughed cruelly.

"ENOUGH!" Lysandre snapped, "How DARE you threaten MY Augustine. Pyroar, take care of them."

The Pyroar unleashed a menacing roar before lunging at the punks. Their laughter was soon replaced with cries and screams of terror. They scrambled to bring out their own Poke Balls. But were too shaken up in fear by the attacking Pokemon. The Pokemon lashed out his large paws at them, snapping his jaws threateningly.

"Fuck this! I'm outta here!" the female punk cried before she ran out like a zubat out of hell.

"Yeah! This guy's crazy!"

All three punks immediately fled the area. Not even bothering to look back and see the deadly glares Lysandre and his Pokemon were giving them. "Return." Lysandre said calmly as he returned his Pyroar to his Poke Ball. The professor was curled up in a tight ball in the corner. Burying his face against his knees as tears fell silently from his eyes. "Augustine?" the slightly younger man asked softly as he crouched down in front of him. Without second thought, Augustine lunged at the man. Wrapping his arms around his neck and legs around his waists.

"Augustine..." Lysandre whispered as he caressed the man's back soothingly, "Mon amour." The other man only whimpered in fear as he buried his face into the fur collar of his friend's jacket. "Now will you let me walk you home?" He felt Augustine bob his head slowly.

...

"There you go." Lysandre said as he placed the blanket over the professor's still shivering body. His neck ached from the other man's tight grip during the entire walk back. He technically had to carry him half a block until they finally arrived at the lab. Luckily no one else was on the streets at the time. Once inside he immediately brought up to his room in the upper level and removed his clothes for him. Leaving him only in his boxers and a shirt.

"You're right..." he heard the professor whisper.

"Hush." Lysandre said gently. But the professor kept going.

"You were right. This world is reaching a point of corruption..." Augustine was beginning to regret ignoring everything Lysandre had told him. How desperate people were becoming because of how limited resources were starting to become. Crime was rising at an alarming rate. Yet he had shrugged it all off.

"None of that now, mon amour." Lysandre whispered as he got on boths knees held one of Sycamore's hands in his own.

"P-please don't leave me..." Augustine whimpered, "I don't want to be alone in this world..."

Lysandre's serious blue eyes softened. Augustine was the only thing that kept him going in this changing world. A world where both greed, theft, and war were becoming more frequent. Eventually, there would be nothing left. And the once beautiful world would be reduced into nothing. He placed kiss on the professor's hand before pressing it against his cheek.

"Then join me..." he whispered.

Augustine hiccuped. Tears still rolling down his cheeks.

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Yeah, yeah. The next chap is gonna have you-know-what *hint* *hint*. If you have any ideas for a drabble then...er...I don't know o_o It's 4:34 in the morning and it's a flippin school day!