Prompt: 056. Why
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: 512
Summary: Paul merely smiled that smile of his; he was going to love seeing that hurt look in his eyes. Maybe, if he was lucky, Ash just might breakdown...and cry.
A/N: Part 2 of...3, I think. The next update might not be the continuation. Just warning you.

Love to See You Hurt

Paul smirked to himself as he pulled out a chair from the small dining table in the kitchen. He sat down and leaned back, staring at the staircase leading up to the bedroom. Sooner or later, he'd have to come downstairs.

He tilted his head back and glared up at the ceiling. Ash was easy, his ex-boyfriend was just way too easy. It didn't take much effort (if any) to get into his pants. And it had always been that way. Maybe that was the reason why he had agreed to go out with Ash.

Paul sat back up and laid his forehead against the table as the memories of the past few hours flooded back to him. It was kind of funny...he never guessed he would be the first person Ash would call if there was a problem. Misty, yes. Brock, of course. Gary, always.

But not him. Not after how he treated him; their break-up had been far from pleasant.

Not that Paul was complaining.

"Tell me what happened."

He slowly brought his head up and gazed at the man standing in the doorway. "Tell you what happened?" Paul repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What, you don't remember?"

Ash gritted his teeth and looked elsewhere. "I just want to make sure I have everything right."

He pushed back his chair and immediately got up, walking over to him. "Did you tell her?"

"I'm not gonna tell her anything until I get the story straight, okay?" Ash growled, still refusing to look Paul in the eyes. "So tell me how it happened. How did I end up in your bed and...did we do anything?"

Paul merely smiled that smile of his and crossed his arms. Oh, he was going to love this; he was going to love seeing that hurt look in his eyes. Hell, if he was lucky, Ash just might breakdown in front of him and cry.

Now that, that, he would truly love.

"What do you mean by 'anything'?"

"You damn well know what I mean." He scowled, glaring up at him. "Did we...well, you know..."

Paul moved in closer, grabbed Ash's bare shoulder and shoved him backwards. It was only when Ash stumbled and fell back onto the steps did he decide to answer. "Have sex? I think you know the answer to that question." He dropped down in front of him and smiled again. "You should go tell your fiancé–I'm sure she'd love to know you've already cheated on her. And just three weeks before you two get married."

Ash closed his eyes, "Why?"

"'Why'?" A large smile slowly found its way onto his face. "Why...I think you know the answer to that." After softly brushing Ash's cheek with the back of his hand, Paul stood and moved away from his now stunned ex-boyfriend.

"I'm making coffee, you want any?" Was the next thing he said–completely nonchalant and almost...cheerful.

There wasn't a response.

Paul didn't even try to hide his laughter.

It wasn't as if he was expecting one in the first place.