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teamflareTitle: A Blade of Grass, a Grain of Sand
Fandom: Pokémon X&Y
Pairing: Professor Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre
Rating: G
Summary: "You really don't want to swim?"
Notes: Written for Writer's Month, for the prompt: swim. Title from The Shade by Metric.
AO3 Link: Here.
If there was one thing Augustine enjoyed about finally being able to visit Alola with Lysandre it was getting to see him half-naked all the time – and knowing that other people could see him, too.
It was shallow, yes, but there wasn't anything wrong with allowing yourself to be a little shallow. Seeing people at the beach stop and turn to look at Lysandre's bare chest behind their sunglasses made Augustine feel as if he was the one being ogled. Lysandre barely seemed to notice, too busy basking in his newly obtained freedom.
They'd been refused access to the other regions for a couple of years at this point. Neither of them blamed the tourist circuits for not wanting to risk letting the man who'd attempted omnicide on his home region into their territories, but despite his claims that he could never get tired of his beautiful, resplendent Kalos, Lysandre had, after a while, reached a point where he couldn't wait to get the fuck out of there.
Now, having regained enough good faith in the eyes of the global community through his efforts to not only make amends but actively work to make the world better for everyone, he looked like a completely new man. From where he was sitting, in the shade of their beach umbrella, Augustine watched him unbutton the colorful shirt he'd gifted him when they'd arrived and then slip it off his shoulders, revealing the powerful lines of his abs and the hard curves of his tits hidden under the red hair decorating his chest. Augustine bit his lip.
"I think I'll take the opportunity to release Charlemagne so we can have a swim while there are so few people," Lysandre said when he walked up to him, his feet sinking in the warm sand with every step. "Are you alright?"
"Can't a man drink in the sight of his fiancé's fat tits?" Augustine shot back. Lysandre's eyes widened just as his face, already flushed from the sun, grew two shades redder. "I want to put sunscreen on them."
Lysandre threw his shirt at him. "I've already put sunscreen on them. I'm not letting you massage my pectorals in public."
"Pectorals! Of course. My apologies." Augustine half-assedly folded the shirt before setting it aside. "I just don't want you to burn up until you look like a shiny clauncher."
"I won't," Lysandre promised. He ruffled through their bag and took out the pokéball containing his gyarados. "You really don't want to swim?"
"Maybe later."
With a shrug, Lysandre turned around to make his way toward the waves. Charlemagne let out a mighty roar as soon as he hit the water, instantly attracting the curious gazes of all the children present – approximately ten by Augustine's quick estimate. Lysandre jumped after him, flawlessly executing his dive under the watchful eyes of... everyone else who was at the beach. Definitely.
Getting to see Lysandre enjoy himself, especially in a context where he didn't have to constantly worry about being recognized and questioned, was another thing that Augustine appreciated about their trip.
Of course, the fact that he was doing it half-naked made it even better.
Fandom: Pokémon X&Y
Pairing: Professor Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre
Rating: G
Summary: "You really don't want to swim?"
Notes: Written for Writer's Month, for the prompt: swim. Title from The Shade by Metric.
AO3 Link: Here.
If there was one thing Augustine enjoyed about finally being able to visit Alola with Lysandre it was getting to see him half-naked all the time – and knowing that other people could see him, too.
It was shallow, yes, but there wasn't anything wrong with allowing yourself to be a little shallow. Seeing people at the beach stop and turn to look at Lysandre's bare chest behind their sunglasses made Augustine feel as if he was the one being ogled. Lysandre barely seemed to notice, too busy basking in his newly obtained freedom.
They'd been refused access to the other regions for a couple of years at this point. Neither of them blamed the tourist circuits for not wanting to risk letting the man who'd attempted omnicide on his home region into their territories, but despite his claims that he could never get tired of his beautiful, resplendent Kalos, Lysandre had, after a while, reached a point where he couldn't wait to get the fuck out of there.
Now, having regained enough good faith in the eyes of the global community through his efforts to not only make amends but actively work to make the world better for everyone, he looked like a completely new man. From where he was sitting, in the shade of their beach umbrella, Augustine watched him unbutton the colorful shirt he'd gifted him when they'd arrived and then slip it off his shoulders, revealing the powerful lines of his abs and the hard curves of his tits hidden under the red hair decorating his chest. Augustine bit his lip.
"I think I'll take the opportunity to release Charlemagne so we can have a swim while there are so few people," Lysandre said when he walked up to him, his feet sinking in the warm sand with every step. "Are you alright?"
"Can't a man drink in the sight of his fiancé's fat tits?" Augustine shot back. Lysandre's eyes widened just as his face, already flushed from the sun, grew two shades redder. "I want to put sunscreen on them."
Lysandre threw his shirt at him. "I've already put sunscreen on them. I'm not letting you massage my pectorals in public."
"Pectorals! Of course. My apologies." Augustine half-assedly folded the shirt before setting it aside. "I just don't want you to burn up until you look like a shiny clauncher."
"I won't," Lysandre promised. He ruffled through their bag and took out the pokéball containing his gyarados. "You really don't want to swim?"
"Maybe later."
With a shrug, Lysandre turned around to make his way toward the waves. Charlemagne let out a mighty roar as soon as he hit the water, instantly attracting the curious gazes of all the children present – approximately ten by Augustine's quick estimate. Lysandre jumped after him, flawlessly executing his dive under the watchful eyes of... everyone else who was at the beach. Definitely.
Getting to see Lysandre enjoy himself, especially in a context where he didn't have to constantly worry about being recognized and questioned, was another thing that Augustine appreciated about their trip.
Of course, the fact that he was doing it half-naked made it even better.