Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Falling for the Little Emperor ❯ Falling for the Little Emperor ( Chapter 1 )

Falling for the Little Emperor by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns all rights to Pokemon. I make no profit from the characters.

Warnings: This story contains violent subject matter, suggestions of a Yaoi relationship and Yaoi. It is not for under age readers.

Author's Note: This is my first Pokemon fic. It is dedicated to my friend Ana, who draws excellent images of James and Butch as a couple. ^_^

*****

The four figures below appeared on the path and studied the sign before them. The young trainer known as Ash read aloud the bright red letters.

"Pokemon Inn. All you can eat buffet. Luxury rooms. Top-notch service. All pokemon welcome. Sounds good to me," Ash said and laughed as a loud growl came from his belly.

"We can rest up and let our pokemon relax," Brock added, agreeing with Ash's suggestion.

"It is getting late," Misty said.

"Last one to the buffet is a rotten egg!" Ash said and ran down the path.

"Pika -P!" Pikachu took off running behind his trainer.

"Wait for us, Ash!" Misty shouted.

She and Brock followed their over eager friend.

In the nearby bushes, a figure clothed in a black ninja suit watched as the group of friends disappeared down the road. The ninja turned and gestured towards a second ninja that crouched beneath a tree.

"James!" the first ninja said. "They're heading for the inn! This is our chance for revenge!"

The ninja James narrowed his gaze at his partner and said, "I'm not talking to you, Jesse!"

Jesse sweat dropped. "You're still upset?"

James clenched his fists and shouted at her, "You know how I feel about wearing charcoal gray! I look dreadful!"

Jesse placed a finger over her mouth and said, "Shhh! We are supposed to be stealthy, not noisy!"

"Then why are you shouting?" James stood and crossed his arms. "I'm tired of this. We might as well call the boss and take that vacation that he suggested."

Jesse shot to her feet. "Are you crazy? Do you know what he will do? He'll give our assignments to Butch and Cassidy!"

"I don't care. It'll be dark soon and I need my beauty sleep." He glanced at Jesse. "You could use some too; you're getting bags under your eyes."

"I AM NOT!" she yelled.

"That is a matter of opinion…" James muttered.

"Just come on, they're getting away!"

*****

"What are those fools up to this time?" Cassidy wondered and lowered her binoculars.

"Hmm." Butch lowered his as well and looked at his partner. "Same old, same old."

Cassidy nodded and smiled. "Ash Catchem and his friends. I'm surprised that the boss hasn't thrown them both out on their ears."

"Maybe they amuse him."

"Ha!" Cassidy laughed. "That would explain it. They are both screw-ups. Look at what happened to that useless talking pokemon of theirs. He'll be out of commission for months…" she looked at Butch as she suddenly realized what their rivals were up to, "They're trying to get revenge, how sweet."

"It's stupid," Butch said.

"I don't know," Cassidy shrugged. "They must care about the big mouth if they're going through all of this trouble for him."

It was no secret that Meowth had been trounced by a slew of wild pokemon. Jesse and James had claimed that Ash and his friends had provoked the pokemon attack. The two partners had even filed a report with the authorities. Given their reputation, their report had not been taken seriously and was dismissed. This had not pleased them at all.

"They'll fail. They always do," Butch said.

"Then we'll move in and catch the pokemon while Ash and the others are distracted."

Butch nodded. Jesse and James always made Butch and Cassidy's job so very easy.

*****

Jesse placed the explosives at the base of the wooden structure and signaled to James who was at the opposite end of the building. James sent her the OK sign and ran for cover. Jesse did the same.

"I can't believe that we're finally going to get them!" Jesse gushed as she and James hid behind of the well.

"The explosives are ingenious!" James told her.

"I know, thanks," Jesse gloated. She had made them out of a special type of material that produced the same effects of the pokemon Wheezing's attacks. Ash and his friends would be out of the pokemon race for months.

"How many minutes did you set the timer for?"

"Minutes?" James looked blankly at her.

"James, tell me that you're just joking."

"All right…ha, ha," he sweat dropped.

Jesse grabbed the front of his garment and yelled, "HOW LONG DID YOU SET IT FOR?"

"Five hours."

Jesse's mouth dropped open. One corner of her mouth twitched.

"I told you I needed to sleep! This never would have happened if you had let me!" James complained.

"It's all right…once mine goes off, it'll set off the other one. Problem solved." She laughed hysterically.

A noise caught their attention. Jesse and James peered around the well and blinked as a pokemon hovered over Jesse's explosive device.

"What is that pokemon doing?" James asked.

An electrical current shot out from the round pokemon and passed over the device. A small plume of smoke wafted from the explosive.

"He's ruining everything!" Jesse wailed.

The pokemon floated over to the other explosive and damaged it as well. Once the devices were destroyed, the pokemon seemed to lose interest in them and left.

"Now can we get some rest?" James asked.

"No! Get your Wheezing explosive, there's still time to fix them," Jesse ordered.

James frowned and did as she said.

She's a lot less bitchy when Meowth is around.

He picked up the small explosive and snorted, "It was really a stupid idea. Meowth's plans are better."

"Much better."

The voice behind him startled him. He dropped the device.

"Careful with that!" Butch grabbed the explosive before it could hit the ground.

"Barry," James said, surprised to see him.

"It's Butch."

"What are you doing here?"

"Apparently saving your life. Are you two crazy?"

"Of course not. The explosives were going to be our big entrance. We weren't going to hurt anyone with them, honest."

"Do you expect me to believe you?"

James stared at him. "I don't have any reason to lie."

"Then I'll take this," Butch said.

"Give it back."

"No. It's dangerous. Especially around you."

James was insulted. "Are you calling me stupid!?!"

"Keep your voice down."

"Don't tell me what to do, Robert!"

"It's Butch!"

"Would you two keep it down?" Cassidy came out of the darkness with Jesse close behind her.

James crossed his arms and announced, "Jesse, I am no longer interested in being here. Burt has insulted us."

"We are not going home until we've carried out our plan."

Unbeknownst to the two teams, the mysterious pokemon had returned. Lured by the devices, it sent a current of energy at the explosives and made them operational again.

Jesse and James argued amongst themselves while Butch and Cassidy looked on, clueless to what had happened.

"Because of your vendetta, I haven't had a decent manicure in weeks!" James told her.

"I haven't had one either and you don't see me crying!" Jesse replied.

"That's because you're used to living like a commoner! I'm not!"

"Well, go home James! I'll tell Meowth when he wakes up from his coma that you were far more concerned about your nails than you were about him!" Jesse countered.

"You know that's not true," James went pale.

"How long do you think that they're going to bicker?" Cassidy asked.

"I don't know." Butch happened to glance at the timer on Jesse's explosive. It read three seconds.

"You idiots!" he yelled and froze in horror.

Jesse, James, and Cassidy looked down at the device.

Jesse swallowed. "This is going to -"

The Wheezing explosion sent the four of them flying in opposite directions. The blast had not even wakened the peacefully sleeping patrons of the Pokemon Inn.

*****

James wakened with a start as pain enveloped his body. He could feel someone beneath him.

Jesse, he thought. At least this time she's not crushing me with her weight…

"Jesse, I think that I broke something."

"The name's Butch."

James froze at the familiar voice. He looked down at the person beneath him and blushed. "Where's Jesse?"

"Most likely with Cassidy," Butch told him. "The blast threw us apart."

James sighed and tried to get off him.

"Ouch!" It hurt to move.

"Stay still," Butch said.

"I will not!" James replied, and then said in a whisper, "I have to use the bathroom."

Butch wrapped his arms around the slender male and carefully rolled, reversing their positions.

"OUCH! That hurt, Henry! Watch what you're doing!"

Butch grumbled a curse. "I need to check your injuries."

"Well, all right."

Butch ran his hands over James's body, gently squeezing his limbs, searching for broken bones. When he touched James's left ankle, the blue haired male cried out, sat up and hit Butch on the shoulder.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" He yelled. His eyes suddenly became soft with tears. "I'm quite sensitive, you know."

Butch hid a smile and told him, "I'm sorry."

"You should be, you brute!"

"Let me have a look at it."

"A look at what?" James asked, clueless.

"Your ankle."

"Oh."

Butch removed James's boot, then his white sock and studied the swollen, red area. After some careful prodding, he announced, "It's sprained."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"But it hurts so much."

"You were in an explosion, of course it will hurt."

All of a sudden, James let out a wail.

"What's wrong?"

James touched his blue hair and sobbed, "My hair…it's ruined!"

Butch could not believe how vain he was. The explosion had singed James's bright shoulder length mane, but it looked fine to Butch.

James became frantic. "We have to get to the nearest city, and fast! It's an emergency!"

"Yes, you need to get to the hospital."

"Forget the hospital; I need to see my hair stylist!"

Butch sweat dropped.

Moments later, Butch helped the vain James up so that he could go behind the bushes.

"Ahem," James cleared his throat and cast him an impatient look.

"You can't be serious."

"Please Baxter, I have to go!"

Butch made a sound of irritation and turned around to give him some privacy.

He heard the flow of water as James relieved himself.

"Aaaah…"

"Are you finished? We have to get moving."

James limped out from behind the bushes.

"Come on," Butch took three steps then stopped when he noticed that James was not following him. "Why are you still standing there?"

"You want me to walk?" James looked at him as if he had lost his mind. "But my ankle!"

Butch stared at him.

"It hurts, Greg, it really does," James cried, his hands balled up and tucked close to his chin.

"What do you want me to do, carry you?"

James pouted and asked, "Will you?"

Butch clenched his teeth and muttered something about James being the embodiment of a spoiled emperor. He went over to the blue haired brat and instructed him to climb on to his back.

"Oh, Vincent, you're so good to me," James gushed happily and wrapped his arms around Butch's neck.

Butch grumbled an indistinct reply and carried his spoiled burden deeper into the forest.

An hour later, they came upon a river. Butch set James down and tested the depth of the waterway with a stick. It was shallow enough to stand in.

He tossed the stick away. James's face turned bright red when he pulled his shirt off.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to take a bath."

"Now?"

Butch began removing his boots then his pants.

James looked away. He gasped when Butch grabbed his wrist.

"You're going to take one too," he told James.

James shook his head, trying to avert his gaze from the naked Butch. "I don't need a bath! I'm fine, really!"

"The water will make the swelling go down."

"Swelling?"

"In your ankle," Butch said and pulled him towards the water.

James frantically flailed his free hand and dug the heel of his uninjured leg into the ground - loudly protesting. Butch still managed to pull him into the water.

"AAAHH! IT'S F-F-FREEZING!" James screamed and clung to him.

Butch chuckled and pulled James into his embrace.

James's teeth began to chatter.

Butch looked down at the spoiled male and smiled.

"Does your ankle feel better?"

"I'm so cold, I can barely feel it," James said.

"That's good."

James stiffened. He looked up at Butch. Two bright red spots warmed his cheeks. He seemed very vulnerable and innocent.

Butch focused on his big green eyes. James was not cut out for his line of work. He was far too delicate.

Butch's gaze shifted to James's mouth.

"My clothes are wet," James was saying. "What will I wear?"

"Don't worry," Butch told him and lowered his lips to James's.

James was surprised by the kiss. He remained absolutely still and let Butch prod at the seam of his lips with his tongue. Butch kissed him for a long time, gently holding him as the water current ran slowly pass them.

A Butterfree fluttered overhead and disappeared over the treetops. The tail of a Goldeen broke the water's surface and vanished down the river. Butch and James did not notice.

Finally, Butch pulled back and stared at James's flushed face.

"When Jesse wants me to shut up, she just tells me," James said.

"I'm not Jesse, I'm Butch."

"Well, Boris, I am quite capable of taking my own bath. I don't need you to help me do that."

"Fine." Butch released him.

James lost his balance and fell back into the water.

Butch crossed his arms and watched a stream of bubbles float to the surface. Shortly after, James's hair and then his eyes appeared. His arms shot out of the water and clung to Butch's waist.

"I thought you didn't need my help," Butch replied.

"I forgot that you're taller than me, and my ankle… it still hurts," he said with a whimper.

"You big baby," Butch pulled him upright and let him wrap his legs around his waist. "There, now there's absolutely no pressure on your ankle."

"Says you," he whined.

I guess I can't please everyone, Butch thought.

Later, when James complained that he was getting all pruny, Butch carried him out of the water.

"Here," he handed James his black shirt and pants.

James held them away from his wet clothes and asked, "What will you wear?"

"My boxers."

"Oh." James ducked behind a tree and changed his clothes.

Butch's clothes were definitely too big for him. They hung baggily on James's smaller frame. The waistband of the black trousers kept slipping down, exposing James's flat belly. Butch could not help but want to touch the delicious looking flesh.

James limped over to the fire that Butch made. Sitting before it, he stretched his hands out to the heat and sighed.

"I'm hungry," he announced. "Cant you catch something for us to eat, Fred?"

Butch didn't understand how the blue haired male could mispronounce his name like that. Was he doing it on purpose? Did he enjoy teasing Butch? Was he stupid, or could he honestly not remember Butch's name?

"I'm starving," he nagged even louder.

How does Jesse put up with him?

He was like an overgrown child.

"I'll find something," Butch told him and went scavenging for food.

He returned with nuts and berries. James turned his nose up at them. "That's what you call food? I'm going to waste away if I eat that!"

"Well, my emperor, that is all that I could find."

"What did you call me?" James narrowed his eyes at him.

Butch ignored him and began to eat.

"I can't wait to be rid of you!" James shouted and angrily shoved the sparse forest fare into his mouth.

Likewise, James.

When James's clothing had dried, James did not hesitate to change back into them. He threw Butch's black garments at him and glowered at the ground.

His body was very stiff against Butch's back when they started out again, but it soon relaxed as many hours passed. His head leaned against Butch's own. Their green and blue hair matted together. James even took a brief nap, to Butch's utter amazement. Butch wakened him by catching a strand of his blue hair between his teeth and giving it a tug.

Night came all too quickly. They were forced to stop and rest until morning. Butch made a fire and gathered some more food for them to eat. This time, he had found something more substantial, a fruit tree. James was very happy with his find.

No argument from him meant that he was more approachable and more vulnerable to Butch's attentions.

They had both lain down to sleep. Even with the fire, it was still rather chilly. Poor James was shivering. Butch gathered him close. He knew exactly how to warm up the little emperor. He pushed a hand beneath James's shirt and touched one of his nipples. He caressed the shy little peak between his fingers. James gasped and clutched his wrist.

"Don't," he said.

"Why not?" Butch asked and continued to rub him.

James's big green eyes darkened with desire. Butch grinned and kissed his parted lips. He ran his tongue over James's teeth and the roof of his mouth. When he lifted his head, he was satisfied with the expression that he had caused on the little brat's face.

The nipple beneath his hand was very hard, and hot. Butch licked his lips, pushed the top of James's ninja garment out of the way and took his nipple into his mouth.

James inhaled sharply. His hands knotted in Butch's green hair.

Butch nipped the sensitive bud and flicked his tongue over it. He did the same to the other nipple, turning it red with his enthusiastic ministrations.

His hands pulled at James's top. He wanted James naked. He wanted to see every part of his slender, pretty body.

"Must you…do that?" James asked as his torso and arms were bared. His voice was thick with need.

Butch released his nipple and focused on removing the sash around James's waist.

"Relax James."

When the sash was undone, Butch turned his attention to James's pants.

"But…"

Butch drew James's trousers down his legs before he could say another word. He smiled as he spotted the small tent that stuck out the front of James's blue bikini briefs.

He kissed a trail up James's legs. He stopped at the top of James's thighs and stuck his thumbs beneath the elastic leg bands. He moved his thumbs up and down. The cottony fabric brushed back and forth over James's arousal.

James moaned.

Butch lashed his tongue out at the tent and moistened the fabric.

"Please…" James begged.

Butch clenched the soft material in his hands and pulled it off his body. James's erection sprung free. He immediately tried to cover himself. Butch brushed his hands away and took a good look at him.

"You're adorable, James."

James opened his mouth to object to Butch's handling of him. He was interrupted when Butch leaned over him and forced his legs apart.

"Very adorable," Butch continued and caressed the soft underside of James's thigh.

James arms were tucked against his chest. He trembled as he felt Butch's swollen member brush against his inner thighs.

"I…"

"Shhh…" Butch quieted him and lifted James's legs. He hung them over his shoulders, roughly pulled James closer to his pelvis, and invaded his slender body.

"AAAAHH!" James cried out, his eyes widened at the shock of being entered for the first time. His back arched, his face paled.

Butch gave him no time to adjust. He thrust hard and fast into the little emperor, shaking his entire frame with his strokes.

He reached for James's swollen member and began to move his fist up and down its length. James's forehead furrowed at the new distraction.

"Please…" James babbled. "It…Aaah!"

Pre cum dribbled fro his organ. The painful sensation in his posterior eased into hot pleasure. He closed his eyes and moved tentatively over Butch's hand and girth.

Butch kissed James's knee and accelerated his thrusts. He wanted to hear his name on his lips, just once.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked him.

James opened his eyes to mere slits. The green orbs twinkled with lust. Butch realized that James was too dazed to hear him. He repeated his words.

"Stop? No…" James said huskily. "It feels…"

"Yes," Butch told him and shortened his plunges.

"I could…get used to it…" James said and touched his pink nipples.

Butch was pleasantly surprised by his initiative.

James pinched his nipples just as Butch had done and soothed them by rolling them beneath his palms.

Such a fast learner, Butch thought with pride. Now only if he could remember my name.

"You like being beneath me," Butch grunted.

James turned his gaze away from him, his body rocking over the soft patch of grass that was their bed.

"James," Butch pressed, "do you like being beneath me?"

"Yes…" came James's reply.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes…very much."

Butch let out a sound of frustration. Would he never say his name?

But this was no time to be upset, not when he was nestled within his little emperor and being assailed with such passion for him.

He lustily stroked into him, taking pleasure in watching James's flushed face.

James cried out and clutched Butch's thighs. His shaft erupted under Butch's persistent hand, releasing his ardor all over him.

James's eyes, so green and soft with emotion sent a trigger of heat straight to his most sensitive regions. His rippling sleeve clasped at Butch, beckoned him to give in to the inevitable. Butch could do nothing to stop the unexpected quiver that claimed his body. He closed his eyes and came.

"James…my love…"

His whispered words of love did not shock him. Deep down inside, he had always harbored feelings for the brat. From the first time that they had met and James had made a mess of Butch's name, Butch had felt a strong pull of attraction. At the time, he had thought that it was the excitement of competition.

Their jobs had proclaimed them as rivals, but they were meant to be lovers. Butch was sure of this now.

When the effects of their orgasm had diminished, he tenderly tucked James against him, and kissed his forehead. Comforted by his warmth, James quickly fell asleep.

Butch nuzzled his neck.

"Oh, Bryce…" James muttered drowsily.

Butch grinded his teeth and growled. Even in his dreams, he called him by another name!

*****

The next morning, Butch wakened and found James staring at him. Butch smiled, grabbed a fistful of blue hair and pulled James down to kiss his lips.

When he released James, James's face was beet red.

He was sitting down cross-legged. A cursory glance at his crotch revealed that he was aroused again.

From one kiss? Butch thought incredulously.

He sat up and asked James, "What were you doing?"

James got nervous and said, "I don't know what you mean. Stop accusing me of something I didn't do, Philip!"

His nonsensical answers made Butch even more curious.

"Stop looking at me like that!" James commanded angrily, his hands clenched.

Butch grinned at his suspicious behavior. Intent on teasing him, he said, "No need to be so defensive. I just thought that it was a little unusual -waking up and finding you like this. You can't blame me for being concerned."

"Concerned?"

"Yes. Something like that happening so soon could be a real problem."

James gasped and stared down at his erection in fear. "I knew it! I tried to make it go down, but it wouldn't!"

Butch hid a smile and grabbed James's shoulders. "There's no need to panic, James. I can help you."

James's lack of experience in sexual matters made him so naïve. It was clear to Butch what he had been doing, and Butch wanted to see the act for his self.

He put his hand over James's and guided it towards his erection. James had some inkling of what he was to do. He wrapped his fingers around himself and shyly looked at Butch.

"Show me what you were doing before," Butch said his hand still over his.

James slowly pumped his fist up and down his member.

Butch drew nearer, sitting beside him. "Keep going," he said when James stopped.

James gulped and did as he was told.

Butch kissed James's cheek, wrapped an arm around his waist and slid his hand under James's shirt. James leaned against him. Butch rubbed one of James's nipples.

James gasped and increased the motion of his hand.

Hmmm…he likes it when I touch him here. Butch thought with amusement.

He pinched the little peak and leaned over to swallow his little companion's cry. James trembled and arched against him as his length jerked in his hand.

The fingers of his other hand dug into Butch's thigh as his orgasm overtook his body.

Butch smiled against his lips and returned his gaze to James's softening member. The young male's pale belly undulated with the final throes of his climax. Butch released James's nipple and slid his hand over that flat expanse of soft skin.

Butch playfully bit his earlobe. "Feel better now?"

"Yes," he said, but he was frowning at the wetness in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't like this much. It's messy and so…sticky," James complained.

Butch smiled and licked James's fingers and the palm of his hand clean.

James's eyes widened at what he was doing.

"Mmmm…" Butch moaned.

James's blush spread to encompass his ears and throat.

"Do you want to taste it?"

Before James could shake his head, Butch leaned forward and kissed him. James tasted himself on Butch's lips and tongue. After the kiss was broken, James shyly buried his face in the crook of Butch's shoulder.

Butch caressed James's flaccid member, then finally pulled his pants in place. The little emperor would be quiet now. Butch's actions had left him speechless.

*****

They were traveling again. Butch carried James, a smug smile on his face. "Maybe we'll get lucky and find the inn."

At his words, James held on to Butch a little tighter and smiled.

Being stranded with him had not been so bad.

He had come to like him a lot. He knew that Jesse would not be happy if he told her about his feelings for their brown-eyed, green haired enemy. He could just imagine what she would say.

"WHAT? HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE SOMETHING SO STUPID AS TO FALL IN LOVE WITH BUTCH?"

He sighed. He would have to keep his feelings for Butch hidden from her, because he had no wish to see that big throbbing vein in Jesse's forehead that appeared whenever she was upset.

Hmm…I really should tell her that she looks awful when she does that -like a big red monster.

His thoughts scattered as he spotted something up ahead. A ray of sunlight shined down on a bright red object just above the bushes.

Can it be? James held his breath.

The bright red object rounded the line of trees. James laughed as he realized that he had been right. He had seen Jesse's wild red hair.

"Jesse!" James called out and waved at his partner.

"James!" She ran to meet him, Cassidy trailing some distance behind her.

James told Butch to put him down.

"Oh, James, I'm so glad to see you! I thought that you were dead!" Jesse cried, hugging her companion.

"Me too, Jesse! It was horrible being separated from you! I was hungry, and cold, and now I'm in desperate need of some comfort!" James bawled.

"You poor thing!" Jesse gushed.

"Let's never fight again!" James said.

"Okay! We'll go home and tell Meowth that we avenged him! What he doesn't know won't hurt him!"

"Sounds like an excellent plan!"

Butch and Cassidy looked on at the blathering duo.

"What a couple of idiots," Cassidy said. "I nearly strangled Jesse. She did nothing but talk about James."

Butch remained silent. Even though Cassidy was his closest confidant, he felt that the moments that he had shared with James were theirs alone to keep. He was certain that James would not reveal their secrets to Jesse either.

Besides, there would be plenty of opportunities for him to see James. They both resided at the same headquarters. It wouldn't be difficult for Butch to slip into James's room and rock his world.

"Hmmm…"

Cassidy gave him a curious glance. "You all right?"

Embarrassed that he had been caught daydreaming, Butch nodded succinctly.

"Well let's get these two home before they have another brilliant idea."

*****

There it is…*stares at fic uncertainly*.Well, Ana likes it and that's all that really matters. ^_^