Hello again readers! I love writing stories, but I sometimes get writer's block…but anyways, here's….THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Chapter 2: Slow Dancing, Sherry and Flexing

Throughout his life, Norman had been good at masking expressions, not that it was necessary. But as they drew near Drayden's home, he couldn't help but tremble a little. He had always been afraid to be alone with his handsome fantasy. Hell, even when he found himself offering an extra hand to his former mentor back in his school days, he'd blush within a half second as he would watch Drayden flex that perfectly toned body behind the desk while stretching. But that was also his drive then. While students would daydream and end up flunking, Norman would pour his soul into Drayden's teachings, making him the great man he was today.

They entered his home with little noise as Drayden gestured the younger man towards the sofa. "Please make yourself at home." Drayden acknowledged. "I'll get us some drinks." With that, he headed into the kitchen.

Norman began to glance around. He noticed many plaques that covered the black walls, the neon rods of light reflecting off them, as all houses here contained. Many of the awards for the achievements the elder had done made Norman admire him more. Not long after he resigned from teaching at the former school in Asperita City, he had devoted himself to helping the Unova region and the regions all around. He soon became well known and was a friend to all. He was to this day known as "The Spartan Mayor", being he was the mayor of Opelucid. The "Spartan" part was due to his strength, given the ways he trained throughout his life. Norman cringed at the thought of Drayden getting hurt as he would go hand to hand combat with a Pokémon-all by himself! Yet through the cuts, bruises and, occasionally sprained limbs, he would only come out stronger.

Just as he was beginning to get a hard-on, Drayden re-entered the room with a bottle of wine and glasses as well as some assorted fruit. Quickly, the younger man used his arms as a shield over his groin. The idea of finger fruit (like finger food in this case) made him thing some really sexy thoughts.

"Before you question," the elder began as he placed the assortments down on the coffee table in front of them, "it's been a while since you've come around, and I never forget how we bond." With that, he poured both glasses then handed one to Norman, who accepted with an attempted hidden blush and a nod.

Norman raised the glass to his nose with a sniff, pleased with the smell. "Sherry? You remembered?" he smiled.

The elder chuckled. "You should remember I've known you for twenty years, Norman. You should also recall that I could tell a person's favorite beverage just with the look on the face and the form of a body." He flashed Norman a smile as they toasted. "To us, and the years of our relationship to come." At that moment he realized the slip. Yet again, 'relationship' could mean a lot of things. Although he secretly did have feelings for the younger Leader.

Norman did his best to shrug it off, but inside, he felt fireworks and butterflies combined in his stomach. "T-t-o us…" he managed to stutter.

Drayden gave him a worried look as Norman's glass shook lightly. "….do you want to talk about it?" he placed a firm yet gentle touch on the man's shoulder.

"I don't want to have you worry about me, sir!" Norman blurted. He'd only feel bad about bringing his crush into his horrible life.

Yet the mayor rubbed his shoulders reassuringly. "Norman, let me hear your voice. All you've done is take my words and made a great man of yourself, and for that, I'm proud. So let me share your pain." He finished as he took another sip from his glass. With that, Norman hung his head as he covered his face with his hands as he let a tear shed.

"….am I a terrible father…?"

"WHAT?!" the mayor boomed, shooting up out of his seat, causing the younger Leader to jump with fear. "That's absurd! Who in their RIGHT MIND would feed you such vulgar words?"

"….Caroline…she thinks parents shouldn't even let their children explore the world outside and beyond…what have I done..?" Norman trembled.

Drayden sat down and began to rub circles into his back. "…all the right things…" he whispered. "Children deserve to explore the unknown. Get a taste of the world as it is. And I've seen Brendan from time to time," he reassured. "he has been taught well, being that you raised him." He stands up and heads to his wall, where he gently removes a frame with a memorable picture. Once done, he returns to the sofa where he hands it to Norman. "Look into this picture and tell me what you see."

Norman glanced at the photo with gleams in his eyes, tracing his fingers over it. The photo contained Norman at seventeen, cap and gown as he stood beside Drayden, smiles plastering both their faces. "The day…the day I graduated." His gaze turned to his mentor. "Why have you kept this?"

"It's a reminder," Drayden began, "that you were that diamond in the rough. To this day, I'll remember that people like you aren't seen often." He stood up, Norman returning the photo to the owner. Drayden took it with kindness, returning it to its rightful place on his wall. He then began to fumble with the radio sitting on the entertainment area to the left. As he jiggled the station key, the static turned to a soothing remedy. He believed the song was called "Eyes on Me", performed by some artist by the name of Julia Heartilly. People said music like hers came from another world unknown, though that was another story. He then gestured a hand to the other man, who found himself blinking unaware of what to do. "Would you care to be my partner in this dance? I've been meaning to practice, but I've had a rather hard time finding a good acquaintance."

"…I suppose I could use some practice myself…" Norman nodded, taking the hand of the other. He stood as Drayden positioned them both. Within seconds, they began to sway to the music.

As they danced, the mayor couldn't help but place his arms around Norman's waist. Not that Norman complained, for seconds later, he slowly lowered his head onto the large man's shoulders. They stayed in this position, moving slower than before.

Drayden zoned in on Norman's ear. "Why do you put up with her? Have I not taught you to follow your heart?" he whispered softly.

Norman once again felt a few tears flow. "I c-c-cant…not to Brendan at least…."

The mayor nodded. "You shouldn't have to abandon him. I'm sure together, you'll find exactly what you're looking for."

At those words, Norman finally decided. Drayden had been right. He shouldn't endure this. Caroline would only try to run his life, not to mention Brendan's. And he knew not only would he be happier, but Brendan could finally be a real kid more. And maybe, just maybe, Norman wouldn't have to do it alone. All he knew was the next move he was going to make would change his life, no doubt.

He reached up the small distance to Drayden's ear. "I'm so sorry."

Drayden gave him a worried look. "For what?"

"…For this…" he croaked. As the song came to a finish, he closed the distance as he placed a kiss onto the elder's lips. He expected a push away. He expected an explanation, being told that the other wasn't like that. He expected his dreams and possibly his whole life to shatter.

What he didn't expect was for Drayden to kiss him back!

Drayden was by all means a compassionate man, but he loved Norman more than he could ever express, if that was possible. He brought Norman's face as close as possible, crashing their lips together harder. Norman slowly wrapped his arms around the other's neck, clinging on to this perfect fantasy forever as the fireworks went off all through his body.

As the kiss continued, the mayor used this opportunity to probe Norman's lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. Norman was only too happy to comply. Yet as Drayden was about to enter, he bit down hard on the younger's lips.

"OWW! That hurt!" Norman yelped.

"I just want you to know that this is no dream….if anything, it's a dream come true." He chuckled. "I thought you would've caught on by now about my sexuality over the years."

With those words, Norman happily jumped up, wrapping his legs around Drayden as the kiss continued. Drayden directed their bodies to the couch, where he gently placed Norman.

Norman couldn't help but bury his face into the other's neck. "Please don't let go…" he whispered.

"...I won't leave you. EVER!" Drayden assured, cradling Norman's face. "But I want you to decide if you're willing to choose me over Caroli-"

"PLEASE! I want nothing to do with her anymore!" Norman screamed in tears. "…I just wanted a family when I chose to stay….but I realized within time I could've done it with anyone ….especially you! If only I had the courage…" with that, he broke down.

"It's never too late," Drayden reassured, kissing his neck. "Let me help you in any way…just just so long as we can be together. I can even help you file for a divorce. And you could still keep Brendan."

"You'd d-d-o that for me?" Norman croaked with a smile.

"I'd give my life for you if I could." The elder answered, pecking him once more, causing a moan to emit from Norman's mouth. With that, he picked up Norman bridal style. "Let me show you all I can give…if it's ever enough…"

"Believe me, you've been in my prayers." Norman admitted with a blush. As Drayden pecked him again, Norman couldn't help but chuckle. "Your beard tickles."

Drayden quirked a brow. "I could shave it if you wish."

"Don't! I really do love it!" the other reassured as he found a silly idea in his mind, reaching up to lick it.

Drayden let out a hearty laugh. "You, my love, are just too adorable!"

Norman began to burst again. "You called me your love!"

"Well, are you not?" Drayden smiled. With that, they began to head upstairs, Norman burying his face into the mayor's neck. "I hope you've been watching those 'documentaries' on how two men make love." Norman blushed as he said this. Drayden could tell even after all these years, the younger Leader was still a virgin. Or at least until after tonight. Hopefully.

Norman always used to fantasize about giving his virginity to Drayden. Maybe now those dreams would come true tonight.

He prayed that Drayden had a pair of handcuffs and a jock strap.

Dreams can come true, after all.

To be Continued….

Don't worry fellow readers, this isn't over. Hopefully I won't take as long to write the next chapter. Meanwhile, I still have to continue my other fanfic, "To Be or Not to Be". BTW, there's a small mention of a song from Final Fantasy VIII. It still doesn't make this story a crossover, however.