Alright, back story time! I actually started THIS story before I typed a word of the first one you guys read! However, when I tried to throw in the back story… it wasn't flowing well at all. I was the author and I was tilting my head at times, "Wait… when did this happen…? Uh…" So I wrote Admitting (original title, huh?). I know I had you guys biting at the bit for some deep affection between these two the last story, and I only gave you a pitiful little lemon—but there was a reason! Their relationship was still so young. This story takes place five years after the first, Silver is 23 and Gold just turned 24. So, uh, keep a box of tissues nearby or grab some nose plugs.

If you didn't read Admitting, I highly suggest you do. Also, my stories are based on the manga, so keep in mind there are many plot differences and character differences between it and the games. Gold is not a little 8 year old with sun coming out his backside preaching about love constantly and Silver isn't as stupid and pissy. Neh…

Chapter 1: Lost Time

When I stepped into the gym, I grinned. Silver was in a battle. He was also winning. Still, I didn't want to bother him, so I quietly walked past the field. The gym looked amazing. We'd done a great job painting and constructing it a few months ago. I watched Silver with a smile. He didn't look half bad either. His red hair had gotten so long, falling to the bottom of his shoulder blades. Half of it tended to fall over the left side of his face. It was straight except in the back. At the tips of his red hair it flicked out like some sort of explosion. It looked like he put effort into getting his hair to be like that, but he didn't. He just washed it well and brushed it out as it dried.

I flinched as his gyarados unleashed a hyper beam, swearing under my breath. If he wrecked this place, the other pokedex holders and I wouldn't be impressed. Oh well, at least he was giving it his all.

"The match goes to Leader Silver!" the pokemon league ref called out. The opposing trainer didn't look too upset though. She was too busy ogling at my lover—nothing new.

"You're so strong," she gawked, ignoring her fainted furret.

Silver gave her a cold look though. It made me happy that he understood she was hitting on him. It also made me happy that he rejected it. I'm a bit green eyed. Most guys, like I guess me, would just sort of chuckle nervously and try to ignore it, but Silver couldn't stand people hitting on him. Yep, he was all mine.

"You need to get your pokemon to the pokemon center," he replied, frowning at her. Then his eyes fell on me. It was great. His eyes lit up excitedly, though he only calmly smiled toward me. Oh Arceus, I loved that little smile.

The match was over, so I crossed the battle field to get to him. I folded him into a hug, holding him close. "Did you miss me?" I asked softly next to his ear.

He shivered in my arms and nodded. "I did," he sighed happily, practically clinging to me, almost surprising me. He was so open and calm around me now, but it was rare for him to be so clingy.

I gently pulled him away from my shoulder, and I kissed him, passionately. I ran my fingers through his hair, not caring that the ref and defeated challenger were there. I snaked my other arm around his waist, grinding his hips subtlety and gently against mine. I hadn't seen him for two weeks. It'd almost killed me. But, he had to stay at the gym, and I'd needed to visit home. Now I was back. I'd make up my absence to Silver.

Silver finally pulled away for my lips, that blush I loved so much faintly on his cheeks. "Even after five years, Silver, you still blush," I chuckled. He smiled weakly at me. "By the way, you look really cute."

He really did. He had on a pair of white cargo pants, a simple black t-shirt, and an open grey jacket with a popped collar. It was simple, but it looked great on him, giving him the lofty appearance of a strong gym leader. I brush his long red hair out of the one half of his face and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

Silver smiled faintly at me, a bit of a cocky smile. There was something about him when he was in his gym. "I love you, too, Gold." He was confident.

Shivers ran up and down my spine. I loved hearing those words. They still drove me crazy because he truly meant them with every ounce of his being. He didn't say them often, but when he did… oh, I loved it!

"You two need a room?" the ref teased.

Silver pulled away from me, looking embarrassed. We'd been in our own little world.

"Relax, Silv. What, Gold was gone for two weeks?"

"How did you know?" Silver asked curiously.

"You get really, really quiet and your battling isn't as good when he's not around. He also hasn't been visiting the gym."

I grinned. "Does he get all sulky?" I laughed.

"Yeah," the ref chuckled. Silver glared at us both, looking embarrassed and a bit peeved.

"I'll try not to leave more often," I comforted him, wrapping my arms around his narrow waist. Then I turned my attention back to the ref. "Hey, can Silver take lunch a bit early?"

"Sure," the ref said with a shrug. "He could take the rest of day off if he wants. The gym only has to be open 200 days a year, at least 18 hours every two weeks. He's got tons of vacation saved up."

I looked Silver over. "Good news. Go ahead and close the gym then."

The ref chuckled. "Sure, I'll lock up the gym while the gym leader gets laid," the ref sighed, sounding amused.

Silver flushed and I laughed. "Laid? No, we're going to battle."

The ref gave us a curious look. I smiled. "Don't bother locking up. We'll use this field. We'll lock up when we're done."

"Mind if I watch?" the ref asked curiously.

I gave Silver a curious look. Silver shrugged, and shook his head. The ref grinned and headed over to his usual spot to watch. I made my way over to the challenger side, noticing the previously defeated challenger was still in the gym. She quickly left though.

I pulled up my sleeves. "Six on Six, double battle, no switching," I called out, limbering up. Silver nodded.

We walked toward the center of the field, I kissed him, he blushed, we crossed our arms, and then we sent out our pokemon. Silver's Twister, his shiny magenta dragonair, and Gyarados, his shiny red gyarados, faced me. On my side were Explotaro, my typhlosion, and Togetaro, my togekiss.

It was like our usual battles, but Silver won. He didn't just win through, he murdered me. I didn't even get to his fifth pokemon. His feraligatr destroyed Aitaro, my ambipom. I stood there in shock at first, Silver stood there, looking completely like a gym leader looking down at a weak opponent. He didn't have a hair out of place as he returned his pokemon. He just looked… perfect. His hair was doing a Falkner thing as well, with the way it fell into one side of his face, except it was long and beautiful red.

I on the other hand was exhausted, sweating and a mess. I returned my fallen pokemon, still feeling surprised. It'd been a while since we'd last battled, but I hadn't know Silver had gotten so strong. He usually won our battles, but it was always down to the wire. I almost felt humiliated he'd beaten me so easily.

"Gold?" I shook my head to clear it and focused, surprised to see Silver in front of me, looking worried. "Are you alright? I've been battling a lot of other trainers, is all. Besides," he blushed a bit, "I wanted to show you how strong I'm getting. I may have gone over the top a bit."

I smiled and pulled him close. "You're a gym leader," I chuckled, "there's no such thing as over the top."

He frowned slightly and I gave him a squeeze. "Relax, I didn't think of you as a gym leader even once—just my lover, or maybe just as my friend, or rival. You're all three," I chuckled. "Now, let's get some lunch," I said happily, pulling Silver into my arms bridal style. Silver was about my height and we were both fully grown men, so it probably looked hilarious.

"Put me down!" Silver demanded, struggling in my arms. I just laughed.

"I'll lock up for ya Silv," the ref called towards us. "That was a great battle! I haven't seen Silver loose two, almost three, pokemon in a while."

I ignored the comment and focused on carrying Silver home. He was still a guy, and he was heavy, probably weighing at least 150 pounds. Several people who knew us called greetings out to us, chuckling at my flushed Silver. Other people, visitors and passerby's looked surprised to see the gym leader being held so affectionately by a guy (I guess it's one thing to have it broadcasted all over the TV verses seeing for yourself). I set him down when I noticed Red and Yellow coming out from Yellow's salon. I walked over to them eagerly. "Hey you two, what are you doing around here?" I laughed. It was one thing to see Yellow running around, but Red was usually is Pallet.

"I was just helping Yellow out with something. We're actually on our way back to Pallet now. It's good to know you're back, Gold. Silver's been a bit lonely," Red chuckled.

Silver averted his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. I gave him another tender smile. "So I heard."

"It was nice spending time with you though, Silver. I'll have to get Gold out of town more often," Yellow laughed, hugging Silver. Silver hugged her back, we said our goodbyes, and then Silver and I headed back home.

"Welcome home Silver, and especially to you, Gold," the butler greeted us with a grin.

"Thank you," Silver responded politely toward Gregory. Even after Giovanni passed away, Silver still kept the same staff out of respect for his father. However, he refused to have them calling him "Master Silver" anymore or fussing over him. They enjoyed fussing over us, though. Most of the staff had been there so long that they remembered Silver's mother, and Silver as a tiny child. It made them all proud to see he had returned and that he'd become a strong and noble young man like his father, or at least his father before Team Rocket.

"Good to have you back, Gold," one of the cooks chimed. "I cooked for two."

"Oh yay," I laughed excitedly. "I missed good food. You probably should have cooked for four!" I'd gotten way too use to the magnificent cooking of the chiefs. They made amazing dishes, though Silver enjoyed cooking on occasions when he wasn't too busy with the gym. I adored Silver's cooking the most. Eating canned and bagged food on the trip to and from home had been awful. Though, Mom's cooking was as great as I remembered.

I led Silver toward the kitchen, and the two of us ate, Silver curiously asking me how things had gone. I loved the innocent look in his eyes when he asked questions. "Mom said you have to visit next time, though. She loves having you around," I chuckled.

Silver smiled, though it was forced, while poking at his food. He always felt awkward when I mentioned my mother. My mom really didn't care that I was dating a guy though. She'd joked to me that she had enough pokemon to make up for grandchildren. She knew we were really happy together, too. I sighed thoughtfully, looking Silver over again. I loved him so much. "When's Blue's baby due, again?" I asked curiously.

Silver flinched slightly, much to my surprise. "Is she okay?" I asked, worried. The first child she and Green had tried to have had ended up in a miscarriage. It'd taken them a long time to try again, and all of us pokedex holders were praying that everything went well.

Silver gave a quick nod. "She's fine, the baby's due in the next month. I'm going to take off from the gym at the week mark to be with her."

"Silver, you okay?" I asked sweetly, reaching my hand out across the table. Silver laid his hand in mine and nodded.

"Are you sure you're okay with not having any children?" Silver asked softly.

I gave his hand a tight squeeze. "Yes. Yes I am. Silver, I love kids sometimes, but I accepted the fact I would never have any when my heart picked you. Besides, if we ever really wanted one, we could adopt."

Silver gave a small nod. I stood up and walked over to him. I kissed him softly on the cheek. "Done eating?"

He nodded and I tugged him up, leading him toward the living room. I turned on the TV to the pokeathlon channel, lying down on the couch. Silver came to lie beside me and I held him close. "I love you," I sighed happily. He nodded. "You're tired, aren't you?" I asked curiously. I'd noticed the circles under his eyes while we'd been eating.

He nodded again. "It's difficult to sleep well without you," he replied, rolling over and nuzzling into my chest. I held him, my chin resting on top of his head. There wasn't too much to watch on TV with no pokeathlon matches going on, and eventually, Silver fell asleep in my arms. I guess I ended up falling asleep with him at one point, because a maid gently woke us up, warning us that we'd be unable to sleep tonight if we weren't careful.

Silver nodded sleepily, yawned, and stretched, making me cling to him. "You're so cute when you wake up," I sighed happily.

Silver just groaned. "You see me wake up every morning," he murmured, eyes closed.

The maid left us alone and I let Silver go. I went over, grabbed the Wii controllers and turned on the videogame system. Silver gazed at me sleepily. I looked him over with a smile. Tonight we wouldn't have to worry about not being able to sleep. I had to make up to Silver being gone the past two weeks. When I was done with him, he'd be too exhausted not to sleep.

I'm also pretty sure he recognized the look in my eyes because he straightened his back and shifted anxiously, refusing to meet my gaze. "Do you want to now?" I asked curiously.

Silver shook his head. "Tonight," he said uneasily.

I chuckled and tossed him the controller. He plucked it out of the air lightning fast. I blinked a few times and then walked over and sat beside him. We were lazy until dinner and just played video games. It was nice to get to spend some quality time with him, though. It was also nice that I kicked his butt multiple times at multiple games. Even nicer was that Silver didn't yell and me and accused me of cheating. He was usually a sore loser. I guess he was still half asleep.

Then one of the maids came in and told us to come eat. "Just gotta finish this round of racing," I murmured, totally mesmerized by Mario Kart.

Silver turned off the console.

"Why'd you do that! I was winning! …Oh." I grinned cheekily at him. He glared.

"I owned you during our battle," he snapped, "at least my skills will get me somewhere in life."

I just sighed and stood up. I walked over to him and wrapped my arm around his waist. It was so tiny. He wasn't skinny; he was actually quite fit, but he was just so naturally lean. Silver was the type of person you wanted to punch because he could eat anything and everything he wanted and he wouldn't gain an ounce. He never really ate that much though, just sweets. He had an unhealthy addiction to caramel. During the holidays or anything that required gift giving, everything Blue and I gave him was accompanied by a box of his all time favorite treat: Squirtles. Not the pokemon, the candy with caramel and pecans coated in chocolate. Silver would polish off a box in less than an hour without meaning to. I loved to subtly watch him eat them. He'd be doing something, absently eating squirtle after squirtle, and then he'd reach down for another one and he would just look so surprised to see there weren't any left. Same thing happened with every box. It was like he'd never catch on.

Silver raised an eyebrow at me when I burst out laughing randomly at the dinner table. "Should I ask?"

I shook my head weakly, gasping for breath. I was going to get him a box of squirtles tomorrow.

After dinner, which was some amazing breaded and baked fish with fried rice and steamed vegetables, Silver and I did our usual ritual of him reading one of his books and me playing some form of videogame without bothering Silver. He'd been getting a bunch of new books referred to him by one of the pokedex holders in Sinnoh. Apparently she read massive amounts.

Then, it started to get a little late. I glanced over at Silver, he was just lying there reading, and I smiled. I stood up and took his book from him. He gave me a slightly annoyed look, but didn't say anything due to the fact that I was at least nice enough to mark his page and set the book down safely. On previous occasions I would just throw the thing somewhere.

I scooped Silver in my arms and carried him up the stairs, toward our room. He hated me for it, but didn't yell and struggle. He always got so embarrassed and quiet when he knew we were going to make love. We didn't do it all that often, though. I gently set him on the bed, a smile on my lips. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, and he was blushing. I just smiled wider. "You'd think after three and a half years of us doing this, you'd relax a little," I murmured before kissing him.

"Close and lock the door," he pleaded.

I chuckled and nodded. I hadn't always locked it, because it was more or less an event that just occurred. We'd just be in bed and it would happen. Then there was the once in a blue moon occasion when it would happen during the day. It's so rare (Silver has inhuman control over his sexual desires), that of course the staff never thought about it. The maids had just been coming into our room to do the usual quick cleaning, not expecting the see us in the middle of extremely passionate love making. Because, like I said, it was rare, but when it happened, there was definitely a reason.

Since then, I always had to lock the door. No exceptions. It had scarred Silver to an extent. I did it without complaint though, and then I turned my eyes back on my prize. He looked so embarrassed, and yet I could tell he wanted this, badly. Two weeks without me must have had more of an effect on him that I had though. I could tell he was already hard. Like, straining against his pants hard.

I crawled onto the bed, getting over him and kissing him. And he kissed back passionately, full of need. It surprised me a bit. Silver didn't usually get like this. "Silver," I breathed softly, looking down at him, "if you missed me this much, you should have told me." I lowered my teeth to his neck, kissing the sensitive skin.

He groaned softly. "I couldn't, because you would've come."

I sighed in dismay and gently brushed my teeth along his neck, "That's the point." Little groans and gasps kept escaping his lips.

"You deserve some time to yourself," Silver murmured, sounding disappointed as I pulled away from his neck.

I removed his jacket, tossing it to the floor. Then I kissed him again. "I missed you as well, you know. It would have given me an excuse to get back to you." I reached down, tracing his erection through his white pants. He gasped sharply, looking up at me anxiously. His eyes always seemed to glow in the moonlight, which was the only light source barely illuminating our room. He tended to be extremely shy when there was too much light. The darkness helped him relax and feel more comfortable, even after three and a half years of us being intimate in the bedroom.

I reached down and pulled off his shirt, running my hands over his pale, toned chest. He didn't have very defined abs, but he did have quite a bit of muscle. I could feel them rippling beneath my hands with each breath he took, I could also feel the quick beating of his heart. I learned down, flicking my tongue over one of his nipples. He gripped my arm tightly, refusing to make any noise. Then I started to grope the bulge in his pants, still teasing the one nipple, and he couldn't hold back the soft sounds of encouragement. I loved them.

I pulled away from Silver momentarily and yanked off my own black shirt. Then I managed to struggle out of my shorts before I laid back down on him, the bed shaking from my jerky movements. I kissed him passionately, and then I couldn't stand it anymore. I wasn't in that much of a teasing mood, especially not with Silver lying under me, on the verge of screaming at me to take him. I reached down, fumbling with his belt. Once I got it undone, I gently tugged his pants off, tossing them absently toward the side. "My pokemon are on my belt," he scolded me for just tossing them.

"They're used to it," I offered with a chuckle, running my tongue down Silver's chest, making him stiffen and gasp. It'd been a while since I'd last used my tongue on him, he usually objected to it, but he definitely wasn't this time.

I ground my hips against his, feeling him subtly shift his own hips. He gripped tighter to me, and I smiled down at him. "Do you want me?" I husked into his ear, making him shiver.

"Yes," he choked out, gripping me tighter.

I smiled tenderly, tugging my boxers off and then carefully his. He looked up at me anxiously, always so self conscious of his magnificent body. I reached down, running the tips of my fingers up his arousal. He gasped, squeezing his eyes closed, self consciousness forgotten.

I kissed and licked along his collar bone, reaching toward our bedside. I fumbled open the drawer and felt around, finally wrapping my hand around the tube of lubricant we used. I opened it and gently poured a generous bit on my finger. I gave Silver a teasing smile and he looked away anxiously. Then I gently coated his erection in it, stroking at a semi quick pace. Silver groaned, arching his back toward my hand in delight.

I watched him with a smirk. I loved seeing him twitch and shift in pleasure. He even thrust upward into my hand in desperation. Then, reluctantly, I had to pull my hand away before I made him cum.

He slowly opened his eyes, his displeasure clear. I carefully spread his legs a bit more, applying a bit more lube to my fingers. Silver turned away from me anxiously. He always found me penetrating him humiliating and uncomfortable, but I kept him distracted with passionate kisses. Once he was ready, pushing anxiously down on my fingers might I add (no matter how subtle he thinks he's being, I could tell), I coated my own erection in lube and slid it into him. Silver cringed slightly under me, while pleasure washed over me. How do you describe heaven? He was so warm and tight, and his pleasure only ended up adding to mine. It spreads through your whole body, making your breath quicken and your whole body ache for completion. I longed for Silver's climax as well, desperate to feel him tighten around me.

"I love you so much, ssssh, it's in," I soothed tenderly, kissing along his neck.

He just squeezed his eyes closed, gripping the sheets as I pushed myself in and out of him. It was a bit difficult at first because he was so tight. He felt amazing to me, but at the same time he was still feeling uncomfortable from me. It didn't hurt him much because I was always slow and gentle, though he always had to get used to my size. Then I felt him arch his back just the slightest, and I felt relief wash over me to know it felt good for him as well. I just had to be careful not to pull myself out of him completely until he was stretched. The head entering him was the most painful part for him, unless of course he wanted something more filling.

I smiled at him and lifted one of his legs up on my shoulder. His eyes slowly opened, silver orbs gazing at me. He trusted me. It was such an honor. Silver completely trusted me; even enough to let me touch him like this. I thrust into him, making him jerk in a mix of pleasure and pain. I was a bit big for him; he could only take so much, no matter how often we tried. Some people found pain to be a turn on and very pleasurable, but Silver did not. He'd told me once that it was only so pleasurable to people who hadn't actually dealt with it for real. I knew Silver had dealt with pain on many occasions as a child, and of course as a trainer. I'd dealt with some as a trainer, but not enough to make pain a turn off. I loved it when Silver would dig his nails into my back. They were short, but they would still leave marks and hurt like hell at times. Or maybe it was the knowledge that I was making Silver feel so good that was the turn on.

Either way, I wasn't worried about the pain he was feeling now because I could easily tell it was far outweighed by his pleasure. I thrust into him again, gripping the sheets. He was so tight, and he just felt amazing. I already felt like I was on the edge of my climax. I could feel my heart beating erratically, my breath coming in quick gasps.

Then Silver shifted under me, pulling away and sort of sitting up and rolling over so that he was on his knees. I grinned. Silver got the most pleasure out of this position, which let me know I was doing a good job so far. "Does it feel good?" I chuckled huskily, teasingly rubbing the head of my arousal against his entrance. He gasped softly, clutching the sheets.

"Gold," he pleaded, pushing back against me.

"You'll have to beg more than that," I teased. I smiled. I could see Silver's deep blush even in the dark.

Then, he caught me off guard. I gasped when Silver flipped around and pinned me on my back, sliding down on me. I squeezed my eyes closed, groaning in pleasure. "Silver," I gasped out breathily, gripping his arms. He looked down at me curiously, a smirk on his lips. He really was horny as hell. He almost never made moves on me. The feeling of him straddling me, my cock deep within him was almost too much to bear.

I tackled him backwards, flipping him over, and slammed myself in deep. I wanted him so badly, I couldn't stand it. I yanked his hips toward me so I could get to his erection instead of it being shoved into the sheets. Silver pushed back against me anxiously, and I stroked him at a quick pace to help him cum with me. I was so close. I stoked a bit faster, willing his body to meet mine when I climaxed.

Silver gripped the sheets, his breathing rapid as I brought him close. The pressure was getting too unbearable for me stand any longer. I felt like it would burst any second. "Silver," I gasped in warning, gripping his body closer, "I'm so close!" I squeezed my eyes closed, struggling to hold myself back.

"Gold, please," he begged desperately, his embarrassment and self-consciousness completely forgotten. He was incredibly close, begging me to help him cum. I quickened my thrusts as much as I could, then I couldn't take it. He was getting extremely tight around me. I pushed myself in as deep as I could, the rush of the point of no return ripped through me, and I came. The feeling, as if suddenly the floor had been ripped out from beneath me, hit me. It felt amazing, the pressure finally releasing. That must have sent Silver over the edge as well, because I felt him cum in my hand, his body trembling, a soft cry escaping his lips. I saw stars. It was amazing. It was always amazing. No matter how many times we did it, it was always perfect. Everything was right in the world, blinding white. I shivered in pleasure, feeling incredible, and exhausted. Tingles still ran through my body. It made me even happier to know Silver was feeling the same thing. Silver collapsed weakly, my cock sliding out of him, and I smiled gently, looking him over. He was still trying to catch his breath and calm his raging heartbeat. I reached over to the bedside for a clean cloth we always kept there, and wiped his seed off my hand before I laid down beside him.

"You okay, Silv?" I purred sweetly though I was still gasping for breath, using the nickname so many people were fond of calling him. Silver never really seemed to mind, though Blue, Green, and I almost always called him by his full name.

He didn't respond. Instead, he turned to me, nuzzling into my chest. I smiled. "You're so gorgeous," I sighed happily, pulling the quilt over us. We were covered in sweat, with cum and lube in and on areas as well as on the sheets, but I didn't care. Silver might have, but I'm sure he was too exhausted to do anything about it.

"Gold?" Silver whispered softly.

"Yeah?"

"I love you…" he murmured shyly, so fast and quite. Pure and total happiness washed over me. I'd probably told him I loved him at least twenty times that day, but I was so incredibly happy hearing him say he loved me twice in one day. Twice. I was almost in awe.

"I love you, too, Silver. Forever. Get some rest."

He nodded and I smiled as he drifted off in my arms. He could fall asleep so easily, especially when someone he trusted held him. I closed my eyes and relaxed, drifting off with him.

XxXxXx

Yes. It's here. I'm so sorry it's taken so long! I've been having massive writers block at the end of one of my other stories (the LAST chapter). So I decided to just take a break and pray that I'll get some inspiration for it. During my break I've been working insanely on this little nugget. I'm excited, I'm on chapter 9 and I'm having a ball with it. There will be so many new character showing up and so much drama is about to unleash. While Admitting was told almost entirely from Gold's POV, Admitted is told mostly from Silver's POV (I have fun with his sarcasm). Alright, let me know your thoughts! I'm happy to be writing PreciousMetalShipping again!