Spiel Mit Mir – Amuse Me

by taitofan

Rated M for sexual situations and incest (PG-13)

Disclaimer: Yeah right, as if Pokémon would ever have real twincest in it.

Author's Note: I wrote this and posted it to AO3 and tumblr a while back, and now I guess I'll be posting it here too, with a proper title even! I'm putting them up in alphabetical order rather than the order I wrote them in though. Also, the overall rating is M, but only certain chapters actually have nsfw content. I'll put the individual chapter's rating in parentheses.

If you have any CC, please share and I'll listen. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 04-11-13

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 year 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 had 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 current distress?" 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.