AN- I'm back relatively quickly! Whoo! Anyways, I don't have much to say here, other than having a not-related-to-the-rating warning: I'm being bold and deviating from the usual het pairs. I'm sure you all assumed that Yellow's fiancé is Red. But he's not (Red is still in the fic, however, as someone else's boy). I'm not going to spoil the surprise here, but rather let you find out in the chapter, but hopefully you won't hate me too much. I promise I didn't pick someone too bad! I tried to go with a relatively popular Yellow pairing (while still liking it myself)! I really do hope you guys still like my fic!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah, blah, blah.

Warning: This chapter definitely earns the M rating at the end. Just so ya know.

for Befriending Your Onetime Sex Partner

Yellow walks in first, letting out a happy squeal when she sees Crys. In response, Crys gives a blinding smile back and squeezes my arm excitedly, but truthfully, I hardly notice. I'm kind of busy freaking out.

Oh my god, Silver's gonna walk through that door next. I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm doomed. I am so screwed!

But the next person to come in isn't Silver, at all. The next person to come in is someone who immediately draws the attention of every male---and quite a few jealous females---in the café. She's so gorgeous that I---temporarily---forget all about my troubles and strife. Suddenly, life is good again.

The coyly smiling beauty in the entrance is also something else. Familiar.

It's the goddess from the bar. You know, the one who caused Crys to go into a huff and storm off? And let me just say, even when she's not wearing that slinky little black dress of sexiness, this girl is still pretty damn fine---and if the sly look on her face is any indication, she knows it.

…And judging from the way Crystal's clenching onto my arm now---ow---I'm not the only one who recognizes her.

I try fruitlessly to ignore the pain shooting up my arm and give her a kind, loving smile. "Everything okay, Crys?" Please let go of my arm before you break it. Please.

She doesn't let me go completely, but she does ease up considerably, much to my relief. "…No. It's fine."

I glance covertly towards the door to see if the female-among-all-females has moved. She has.

Now the person standing in the doorway, staring right at me, is Silver. And let me say, I'd give his face a solid rating of eight-point-five out of ten on the What-the-Fuck scale. Clearly he's just as shocked at this turn of events as I am.

Really, the only assumption I can make is that someone "up there" must hate the two of us. Or just decided to screw with us by letting Mistress Fate send us a cruel hand. Or both.

But now that brunette goddess is looping her arm with his---you lucky bastard---and leading him this way, following a rapidly approaching Yellow. The three of them stop right in front of an agitated Crys and a panicking me, with the blonde making swift introductions.

"Guys, this is Crystal, and her boyfriend Gold." Now she turns to us, face flickering with concern at our expressions. "And, um, the two I brought with me are Blue and Silver." Yellow plasters a wide smile on her face and bravely continues, "And surely we'll all become great friends and get along, right?"

…Oh, Yellow, you poor, unknowing girl. If only you realized how much some of us already had "gotten along" with each other…

Regardless, Crys and I both put out pseudo-smiles, and I stand and thrust out my hand, first, towards Blue. "As Yellow already said, I'm Gold. It's nice to meet you."

She gives a small smile and shakes my hand daintily. "You too."

And, since it's clearly expected, I turn robotically towards Silver, who is now wearing an expression akin to a deer caught in the headlights. I hesitantly offer out my hand. "It's, uh… nice to meet you."

He stares at my hand like it's a two-headed alien before finally reaching out his own to shake mine. "…Really?"

Blue laughs and slings an arm around his shoulder, taking a moment to covertly send him an annoyed look---which I totally caught. "I'm sorry about him, you two. Silver isn't the most sociable person. But don't worry! Once you get to know him, he loosens up a bit and is great to hang around with!"

Crystal, who seems to have relaxed a smidge, giggles. "That's nice to know."

Blue gives a small chuckle in response and slides in the booth next to Crys, and they immediately begin chatting amicably. Yellow smiles in relief and motions for Silver to slide in next to me, which he probably does for the sole reason that he can't think of a good excuse not to.

I glance uncomfortably around the café, very much aware of the person sitting only half a foot away from me.

"So…" he murmurs, "…you have a girlfriend?"

…And, he jumps right into the awkwardness.

I not-so-subtly motion towards Blue. "And you don't?"

His steely eyes focus on the table, and he nibbles on his lip. "Well---"

But the aforementioned girlfriend, who had miraculously heard---damn, her ears are sharp!---my flippant response, laughed and shook her head. "No, no, you've got it all wrong! Silver's like a brother to me!"

Then Blue promptly went back to her conversation with Yellow and Crys like she hadn't just completely butted into ours.

Still, her innocent words had hit their mark---suddenly Silver was looking more than a little downcast.

Your Guest Party Member took major damage from the enemy's Incantation!

I'm tempted to clap a hand on his shoulder and tell him that I understand the pain of having the object of your affection call you a brother---I mean, that's worse than the "we're just friends" remark---but I'm not gonna, cause I'm just a bit afraid he'll bite me.

So instead, I whisper, "Cheer up, man. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. Sure, she's one hell of a fish, but there will be others!"

He raises his head to give me an "are you serious?" look. "You know, surprisingly, that did little to make me feel better."

Oh, really? Then why is that little smile from before back on your face? That "I'm slightly amused" smile?

Of course, before I'm able to get all this out, Crys tugs on my arm. "Gold, we're trying to decide what color the bridesmaid dress should be. Which color do I look best in?"

This is my cue to slip into the role of charming, does-nothing-wrong boyfriend. "You look absolutely gorgeous in blue, Crys." I even give her a flirtatious wink.

A poorly covered snort of laughter comes from beside me as Crystal blushes prettily and turns to Blue. "Do you look good in blue?"

The brunette smiles. "Of course! I look pretty good in most colors, except yellow and brown. Now if only my boyfriend were here to throw lascivious compliments at me."

I chuckle, and Crys turns a dark shade of red.

Yellow doesn't seem to understand the meaning of "lascivious", however, because she smiles and says angelically, "Well, you know if Red were here he'd definitely be ready to give you admiration, if you asked."

More poorly disguised chuckles from Silver's direction, and I turn to him, just barely hearing Blue's response of, "…And I'm sure Green would also praise you like that, too, Yellow."

Over Crys and Blue's laughter and Yellow's confusion, I grin smugly at the redhead beside me and say, "You're laughing."

He blinks at me for a moment before turning away embarrassedly and murmuring, "So what? Everyone laughs once in a while…"

I raise an eyebrow. "Then why do you try to cover it up? Why not just let it out? Just laugh!"

He turns back around to give me a small glare. "…Maybe not all of us like drawing attention to ourselves."

I can't help it. I chuckle at first, and then start full-out guffawing.

Silver is slowly turning red in the face. "It's not funny!"

Yes it is! The sheer stupidity of that logic is hilarious! I mean, don't you get that trying to stop from laughing draws attention to yourself?

"What's not funny?" Three pairs of quizzical female eyes stare at us. Poor Silver looks like he's about to have a coronary.

Danger! The enemies are prepared to deal a Critical Blow, and your Guest Party Member is still in Critical Condition!

"Uh… it's nothing, really. I mean, you'd kind of need to have heard the whole conversation to get the joke." They keep staring---oh my god! Do they honestly expect me to tell them the whole conversation?---and the pressure's on. So, I snap, "Well? Weren't you girls talking about boyfriends and dresses?" Stop staring at me! Seriously!

Slowly, they all go back to their own discussion, and Silver relaxes.

I turn to him and very seriously mutter, "I think I may understand why you don't like drawing attention to yourself now."

His small quirk of a smile is back, and he lets out a very small chuckle. "…I've learned that with Blue around, it's best to stay out of the limelight."

I give my own small bark of laughter at that. I may learn to like this guy, yet.

In the aftermath of the amazingly not disastrous lunch meeting, lots of things happened.

First, Silver and I became tentative friends---and I say tentative because while I kinda like the guy, the jury's still out on what he's thinking.

Next is that I found of that he actually has a place here. Now if you'll remember, Crys said that he was "coming down" along with Yellow and Blue. He apparently alternates between bunking at Blue's down in Pallet Town---what a backwater name---or her staying with him here in Violet City. This also explains why Crys and I saw Blue that night at the bar: she'd been staying here with Silver at the time! When I asked him what kind of job allowed for that kind of travel, he said he just did odd jobs for whoever asked. Apparently, he's the favorite pick for errand boy for the rich snobs both here and down in Pallet.

Now, the previous two events both happened at the end of our lunch meeting; they were just conversation topics we happened to get into. But the third and final thing happened that night. It's… hard to describe, really.

So I'll just tell what happened.

After Crys and I got back to my apartment, she spent a good hour or so gushing about how "great it was to see Yellow again", and "how cool Blue was". While I was happy that she had made a new friend and gotten an old one back, quite frankly, a guy can only take so much yapping.

So, I told her I was taking a shower---even though I'd had one just this morning---and asked if she'd start dinner.

The predicament arose when I got out.

There were two very delicious smelling plates of spaghetti sitting on the table. Next to them were two lit candles.

Unexpected candlelit dinner, check.

"Uh, Crys? Is there some kind of special occasion I'm forgetting?" I'd called out.

The girl in question had slinked---yes, slinked---out of a dark corner, wearing a teddy I'd only every seen her wear once or twice before---both times, she hadn't been wearing it for very long, either, if you get my drift. She was holding a bottle of wine.

Sexy dining companion, check. Alcohol, check.

Despite my complete and utter confusion, seeing her in that teddy still made me a very happy camper, so I'd smiled and asked, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

It completely ruined the mood she'd established, but Crys started giggling, anyway. "Actually… it was Blue's idea. She said that going all out like this every once and a while was good for a relationship."

Why am I not surprised? "Next time you see her, tell her she's an expert when it comes to teaching the fine art of seduction."

She giggled harder before approaching the table. "Well, let's not all my hard work go to waste, Gold. We'll eat, and then we'll have fun. Okay?"

I'd nodded and even gone so far as to pull her chair out for her chivalrously. "Milady."

She'd slapped my arm playfully. "Oh, stop it, Gold! That's going to far!"

Now, I know this seems perfect. How could things go wrong? Well, in the midst of our romantic tryst…

Four drinks in front of me. The music is gone; all I can hear is a loud buzzing. Is there a hoard of bees in here?

…If I can still think thoughts that ridiculous, I'm clearly not drunk enough.

I slam more cash on the table and croak, "Give me another!" The three-headed bartender gives me a dubious look, but pours another glass and sets it down.

A small shuffle as a short redhead sits beside me. The girl---no, boy, I realize peering into his eyes---seems sad, though it's hard to tell. Except for his steely eyes, which I can see clearly, he's all blurry.

He eyes the four empty glasses in front of me and snatches the one I'd just gotten, downing it quickly himself. "…Don't you think you've had enough?"

This particular tidbit of a memory came to me suddenly without warning just after I'd taken my first bite of the delicacy Crys made.

I started choking in surprise, and she immediately freaked out. "Gold! What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I'd nodded thumped my chest a couple times, forcing the spaghetti down. "…Yeah, Crys. I'm fine. I just… took too big of a bite, is all. Really."

She had looked at me worriedly, but went back to her food. I warily did the same. But a mere five minutes later…

He mutters, "You see that girl out there on the dance floor?" All I see on the dance floor is a giant, writhing, black mass.

"…Yeah."

He sighs and orders a third drink. "…I know her."

"Then why aren't ya out there with her?"

His face is turning slightly red from the alcohol. Wuss. I can take way more than him. I've had five!

…Why is the room spinning?

He orders another and mutter-slurs, "…'cause even those morons on the dance floor have a better shot wit' her 'an me."

"Why?"

He clenches his fists and quickly gulps down his fourth glass. "Well, she's got a boyfriend. And she thinks I'm 'er little brother."

"Tha' sucks, man. Incest isn' cool." I'm thinking, while your problems are interesting and everything, I've got my own. Crys is pissed at me again, and I'm not gonna have sex tonight. And I'm horny.

"…Tell me 'bout it…" Suddenly, he stands. "Tha's it! I'll tell 'er how I sheel! 'M not her brother!"

He makes it about two wobbled steps before he crashes sideways. Into me.

I'm knocked clean off the stool and onto the floor. Once I catch my breath, I look up to see that he's on top of me. Gazing at me through murkily drunken silver eyes.

…Ya know, if I squint hard enough and focus on his hair, I could totally convince myself he's a girl…

I start leaning up, and, hesitantly, he starts leaning down…

I bolt up from my seat. My predicament is this: the pieces of the puzzle that is my memory are all starting to fill in, when I don't want them to!

As of today, I hate puzzles.

Crys is rightfully shocked. "Gold! What's going on?!"

I grit my teeth. "It's nothing, really! It's just---" Having dinner with you is making me remember how Silver and I really met, so we really need to skip to the having fun part---and I hope to god that I don't have memories of that part of our meeting resurface. "---seeing you in that sexy teddy is too much to bear, Crys. Can we get to the second part of your expectations for tonight?"

She eyes me warily. "…You're sure in a hurry tonight…"

Shit, man, she's suspicious now! "…That's because I'm not used to having to see you look so erotic. It's very, erm, arousing."

She smiles---gotcha!---and takes my arm, leading me towards the bed...

Once the hotel door is closed---and locked---I push him so his back is to it and kiss him forcefully. He parts his lips to allow my tongue access, and his nimble hands are deftly working on getting my pants off. It turns out he is very good with his hands.

I moan…

…and kiss her so ferociously that if it weren't for the fact that she's responding in kind, people would think I'm attacking her.

I'm keeping my hands anchored to her breasts---teasing, twisting, squeezing---in the hope that reminding myself the person with me now is a woman will get the memories to stop flowing in.

And then she's wrapping her legs around me and I'm in and I'm pounding, pounding, pounding…

…He's wincing, biting out the occasional explicative of pain.

I'm pounding hard, fast, furiously burning away in drunken desire. His nails are clawing my back, scratching painfully but sensually. He draws blood once.

I stop, because he's clearly hurting. "Does it hurt bad enough to cry?" I'm shocked to hear my voice so low, so husky.

He nods. "…But I won't cry. Besides, it was just getting good. Don't stop now."

So, I begin again, and eventually his pain moans take on a more pleasured tone.

He's nibbling on the shell of my ear, one hand working away on my nipples, the other going down, down…

I'm so close…

…so close!

He tugs.

I orgasm.

*Guest Party Member- a common feature in Role-Playing-Games; they are characters who TEMPORARILY join with the hero/team. Occasionally, they become actual party members eventually. In this case, Gold is the "hero", so Silver… you get it.

*Incantation- erm, basically, it's like when the enemy chants a spell. In this case, the "spell" is Blue saying Silver's like a brother to her

*Critical Blow- a hit that does more damage than regular (the girls would give Silver a "critical blow" to his dignity if they knew what was so funny)

*Critical Condition- when an ally is "low on health", about to be taken down, ect.

AN- So? What did you all think? I tried to make it longer than usual, and I added some G/S action that I'm sure you were all waiting for (unfortunately, it's all memories; it'll still be at least a little while before you get anything more than that). Erm, if you couldn't understand anything, or have questions, you can always ask in reviews (I know this chap's probably a little confusing, what with the drunken slurring and going back and forth between memory and present). And, just so ya know, I didn't intend to have so many breaks. Originally, in between each flashback and present, I had twenty hyphens, but the site automatically changed it! Also, it might be a while before I update. See, I've been wanting to work on this one fic (it's a Kingdom Hearts fic) for the longest time, but have been busy with this and my other stories, so… I hope you all don't mind too much. I promise I'll get back to this before too long, okay?