Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Pokémon. I do claim rights to all my characters that are in this and future stories.

Second fanfic, this one shounen-ai. I think I did a better job on this than my first story...thena gain, that's my personal opinion. Enjoy!

"NO!"

The sharp cry rang through the forest, making a flock of Hoothoot fly off in fright. Stubby wings flapping hard, the owl Pokémon flew away into the dim light of late evening. It was even darker under the forest canopy, where two figures wrestled, both male.

"No! Get away from me!" the younger of the pair cried again, struggling against his captor. The teen had pale yellow hair and green eyes, and was typical Trainer gear: a black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His backpack had been lost in the struggle, but Jason didn't care about that at the moment. The other male merely grunted and tightened his grip. Nearly twice the weight and height of the teenager, the man had an advantage against his younger counterpart. Sighing as the boy still fought to get free, he suddenly released his tight hold, making the other male go reeling forward into the bushes that surrounded the clearing.

Standing up, the man went after his subject, intend on re-capturing him. Standing over the other male, he murmured softly, "Now, now Jason, that's no way to treat a friend."

"FRIEND! You tried to assault me!" Jason yelled, backpedaling away from strange man. He had been walking through the woods, trying to get to the next open space before nightfall, when he had been grabbed from behind and dragging into the clearing they had just left. After being forced to his knees, Jason's captor had started to stroke and rub him. Shivering slightly, the teen tried to forget where the man had explored.

"Me? Assault you? Never! I was just expressing my love of your body." Taking a step closer, the man smiled reassuringly down at Jason, not noticing that his 'friend' was backed against a tree, trying to get as far away as he could. Cat-like golden eyes narrowed as Jason made no reply.

"Well, since you appear to be tongue-tied with affection, let's just move to the next stage shall we?"

"N-next stage?" Jason asked weakly, praying for someone to wander by and save him from this nightmare. Even in the faint light, Jason wished he couldn't see what the other man looked like. With waist-length red hair and gold eyes, the male looked quite feminine. Plus the fact that he was wearing a tight black body suit and heeled boots, Jason wondered if there was something seriously wrong with the man.

"Mmm-hmmm." Chuckling, the male knelt down in front of Jason and placed both hands on the tree that the teen was crouched against. Leaning forward, the man then lightly licked the side of the teenager's neck a few times before kissing it gently. Closing his eyes Jason stiffened as one of the stranger's hands landed on his shoulder and moved slowly downward.

"Good boy…now just do as I tell you, and we'll both come away feeling much better…" the male muttered softly, pulling Jason down onto the bed of pine needles scattered on the ground.

"No…please don't do it…" Jason pleaded, trying half-heartedly to move away. He was trapped, and there was not a thing the boy could do about it. The Trainer had no idea why he was picked, or even how his assailant even knew his name.

- - -

Jason awoke with a gasp, eyes flying open. Sitting up, the male rubbed the sleep from his eyes and wondered if it was all a bad dream. Shifting slightly, he winced and sighed. Much as he would like to forget it, last night had been real. Shaking his head to clear the unwanted thoughts from his mind, the teen got up and looked around. Well, he was still in the same spot…the man must have left him after the 'business' had been done.

Realizing that his jeans were still open, the boy hurriedly did them up, face red in embarrassment. In a nearby tree, a Spearow squawked at him angrily, upset at having it's morning disrupted. Chuckling, Jason located his kitbag and continued onwards, determined not to let that night bother him. It was just some sick freak looking for some fun, he thought to himself, nothing to worry about. Heck, I'll probably never see him again.

High up in a tree, a man with long red hair and golden eyes watched the younger male pass by with a slight smile.

- - -

"Go away! Quit following me!" Jason cried in anger, green eyes glaring at the male in front of him. It had been two months since 'the incident', and Jason had been haunted by that very person that had assaulted him on that night. The mystery man had been popping up wherever Jason went, always demanding that they spend the night together. Of course, the Trainer had always refused, and the man had forced Jason to sleep with him. Sometimes he had let the younger male just lay beside him, but mostly the man had forced himself onto the Trainer. Over time, Jason had come to accept this, and secretly…he had started to enjoy those midnight meetings.

"Sorry…I just can't do that, Jason. Now until I know something. Then, and only then, will I let you live in peace."

"…Oh…" Jason muttered, all anger gone. He had never expected this man to be so open with him. Maybe things would change…After all, the man had acted kinder over the past couple of days then he usually did.

"You like our little meetings, don't you?" the male murmured softly, taking a few steps towards were Jason sat on the bed. Jason was staying at a PokéCentre in a small town near Goldenrod City. Somehow, the man had managed to get into Jason's room, even with the door locked.

"WHAT!" Jason cried, gazing at the older man. Had he guessed that Jason was liking those encounters? Or was he just shooting in the dark?

"No, I don't like them! I hate them AND you!"

"Liar."

"Never!"

"Don't try to fool me, boy, I know when someone is enjoying my games." Chuckling at the shocked expression on the teen's face, he continued. "After all, I have had much more experience than you in these matters." Coming right up to Jason, the man lifted the boy's head so that their eyes met.

"Such a pretty face…now admit that I'm right, or I'll make your body say it for you."

"N-never…you're wrong…" Jason stammered, trying hard to control his conflicting emotions. Over the past number of weeks, he had been feeling increasingly closer to this strange person. Hands tightened their grip on the quilt as the older man leaned down and kissed Jason on the lips. Gently at first, then increasingly harder, the older males hands slipping around to pull the younger one closer. Eyes closed, Jason struggled against what his heart was telling him to do and what his brain was screaming.

Giving in, Jason wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders and fell back onto the bed. It was going to be a very enjoyable night, for both of them.