BY MY SIDE

LancexSteven. Yaoi. Lemon and those sweet shitty stuffs included. You have been warned!

Summary: Steven struggled with his feelings for his 'sex buddy', Lance, as a new disaster threatens to bring chaos to Hoenn. Wallace is having a hard time accepting the fact that he may be in love with Steven after breaking up with Winona. A story of actions, conflicts and chaos. Please enjoy!

A/N: Sorry for the bad grammar! I'm trying to improve!

Pathetic. That word keeps on ringing in Steven's head no matter how hard he tried to get it out. They both are so different in many ways, and they barely have anything in common, yet Steven's body said otherwise.

The moment their lips are connected, his body instinctively knew what he always wanted, what he truly desires deep inside. When the younger man pinned him down and let him experience helplessness, his mind was somehow eased by the idea. Passion and lust filled his heart as they both greedily devour each other in a vortex of pleasure. The Dragon Master's beastly moans resounded even in his dreams. Steven could feel Lance's warmth melting his soul.

"Is this what you've always wanted...?" Lance's devilishly seductive voice was like music to his ears.

Steven replied with a slight whimper as he felt himself almost coming. He moaned like never before as the pleasure escalate to a level never experienced by his body.

"Lance... Harder, do me harder..." He desperately begged.

"Damn... You're driving me mad..."

Yet Steven's lustful request was unconditionally fulfilled. The Dragon Master literally made the Hoenn Champ screaming with pleasure as he came all over the velvet bed cover.

Lance quickly came afterwards, inside the older Champ, and even though it may seem to be a really wrong thing to do, Steven barely complained. His mind was still lost in the heat and still has yet to return.

Lance collapsed on top of him, burying his face on his neck and nibbled on his flesh. Steven was too lost to respond.

"You little whore..." Lance chuckled as he left several hickeys on his neck. "How many men have done this to you...?"

Steven panted desperately to regain his sanity, ignoring the slight insult Lance obviously hinted. He cried out in pain as Lance's canine breaks the skin at the back of his neck.

The wound he just inflicted upon Steven bleeds slowly. He licked the blood off hungrily, as if devouring victory itself. Soon, sensing that Steven isn't capable of doing a second round, Lance got up and threw the blanket over Steven's body.

"I'm crashing your shower." He simply stated as he collects his clothes and enters the bathroom without as much as a single glance.

After a few moments, Steven buried his face on the pillow, deep inside wondering what Wallace is doing at that moment.

The next morning when Steven woke up, he wasn't surprise to find that Lance is nowhere to be seen, nor was he surprise to find that his back is aching like hell.

He had expected this from the beginning, yet one thing he didn't expect is the loneliness. That's one emotion that still surprises him.

Sex with Lance had always been satisfying, nine out of ten if he was to be given a score. However, no matter how often they had sex, they still lack the spark. Probably because they barely knew each other, or probably because Steven was thinking of someone else whenever they're doing it.

The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his train of thoughts, "Hello...?"

"Hey champ, what's up? You got any plan for today or something?"

Steven was stupefied for a moment, not expecting this person to call so early in the morning. However a smile soon formed on his features, and he replied as casually as possible, "I'm free for today. What are you planning this time?"

"Well then get ready; I'm picking you up in two hours. Bring your Pokemon too." Wallace ordered with his bright, unwavering voice.

"What's this all about?"

"The Elite Fours called me, they said they finally have the time to gather and are wondering if we can join them in a friendly match today. They tried calling you last night, but they said you didn't answer. C'mon, we don't get a chance to evaluate the standards of the Elite Four every day, right?"

Steven let out a half-hearted chuckle as he picks out his white shirt and grey trousers from his wardrobe. "I'll get ready then. Call you back later."

"And don't forget your breakfast man! You keep starving yourself for no good reason, like a fat-ass on a diet. You look skinny enough already!"

"Okay, I'll try not to forget."

As soon as the short conversation is over, Steven took a quick shower and gets everything ready in a matter of few minutes.

When he exited his room, fully-dressed, he was nonetheless surprised to see Lance standing by the kitchen counter, preparing breakfast.

The Johto champ smiled at him, "Morning."

"... I thought you're gone." Was all Steven could say in reply.

"Well miraculously, since I'm not packed with work or any kind of mission today, I thought it would be nice to cook up breakfast for the person who's willing to be at the bottom for four nights straight." He said with an innocent smile.

"You would usually leave without even saying goodbye," Steven pointed out as he helps himself with a glass of water.

"That's because I have to leave for my mission at three in the morning," Lance nonchalantly said as he focused his attention to flipping the pancakes.

"Three in the morning?"

"Yeah. If we're sneaking on another organization's base, it's best to do it at night. You'll have a better chance to succeed. And some other organizations are more active at nighttime."

"Must be tough on you." Steven commented as he took a seat at the dining table.

"Not really. I'm happy with my work."

Steven smiled in amusement, "Your work huh? I don't see what's so fun when you're working with the government."

Lance set out a plate with a stack of pancakes in front of Steven, "Dealing with the government is a pain. But when it comes to blowing things up and beating the hell out of some snotty people, it's a whole different story. You got any maple syrup around?"

"Over there," Steven replied as he pointed at the cupboard on top of the counters.

The Hoenn champ quickly looks away when he finds himself staring at Lance for a moment too long. Sending off the wrong message early in the morning is the last thing he wanted to do, especially considering Wallace is coming soon.

"Listen Lance," Steven said when the Johto champ finally settled across him, "A friend of mine is coming in-"

Steven was suddenly cut-off when Lance's phone rang this time. "Just a sec," Lance muttered as he got up to answer the call, "Hey Jake, I thought we agree that I can have the day off today." He said to whoever it is on the other end, with a very eerie tone – the tone that reminds Steven of the Lance from last night. "What do you mean it's an emergency? What about Kevin, or Casper?" Lance exhaled loudly after a moment of silence, "… Alright, alright… Wait, what do you mean in 15 minutes? I can't possibly travel to Kanto in 15 minutes! Hey, wait, old man, I swear-"

"… He hung up?" Steven asked when he saw the comedic expression on Lance's face.

"My boss… He said I have to be in the Indigo Plateau in 15 minutes. Damn that old man! Sorry I can't stay around for long. You don't mind doing the dishes right?" Lance said as he munched up his breakfast in less than 2 minutes. Now that's someone with a good appetite.

"No, I don't mind at all. Thanks for the breakfast."

"Damn, I don't even have time to get home… Hey, you have any spare clothes I can borrow? Mine got dirty from last night."

"Yeah sure, you can get it from the wardrobe in my room." Steven pointed as he watched Lance with amusement.

Pretty soon, dressed in a plain black shirt and black trousers, he exited the room, all ready to leave. Surprisingly, the clothes he gets fits him nicely, even though Lance is suppose to be physically more develop compared to Steven.

"Thanks, I'll return it as soon as I can," Lance said as he clipped his Pokebelt, strap his boots and pick up his bag. "See ya next time."

The Dragon Master flashed him one gentle smile before leaving through the front door. Steven took a few moments to snap out of it, and when he does, he finds himself heating up for no good reason. He has to admit that Lance can be an ideal lover, if he wasn't so hasty and rough when it comes down to sex.

After cleaning up the dishes, Steven walks in his room, only to find that the Dragon Master has left his cape and dirty clothes lying on the floor. And now he wonders how Lance's room would look like.

An annoying whistle resounded when Steven was intently watching the match between Drake and Glacia. The two trainers were putting up a decent, heated fight that inevitably caught Steven's full attention, before Sidney decided to be smart.

"Would you look at that," The dark-type trainer said as he gently caresses the bite mark at the back of Steven's neck, "That's one wild lover you got there."

Steven shot him an annoyed look, "Would you stop that?" He said as he brushed Sidney's hand from the back of his neck. He totally forgot the hickeys Lance left last night.

"C'mon, is she as hot as I think she is?" Sidney suggestively asked. "How old is this one? What's her type?"

Steven rolled his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck, hoping that mark would disappear by doing so. He steals some glances at Wallace, who seems to be interested with the topic as well.

"How come you never tell me you have a lover?" Wallace asked.

"It's not my lover, okay. I don't have a lover." Steven raised his tone slightly. Talking about these things with Sidney is not a problem; the only thing that concerns him is the presence of Wallace. In the last 5 years they had been together, Steven had been careful not to hint anything about his feelings for him, nor about his true sexual orientation. He knew that if Wallace finds out, he would freak out.

"So she's a one-night stander with no strings attached?" Sidney pressed on.

"Well… You could say that…"

"My, what a girl she is," Sidney commented. He tried to get a better look on all the other hickeys on his neck, while loudly counting, "Two… Three… Oh, and even here…" He said as he pointed at Steven's earlobe. "Lucky bastard. She must be one hell of a sex buddy."

"How many did she left?" Wallace curiously asked.

"… Quiet a lot…" Steven muttered as he tried to focus his attention on the battle again.

"It's rare to find a woman sharing the same amount of passion for sex, like us men," Sidney began, "I've dated many women, and they all are the same. It's either slow and gentle sex, or just cuddling while watching crappy TV shows. You sure are lucky Steve. If you have a chance, you should really get to know her better."

"… She's not what I really want…" Steven muttered again, eyes still fixed on the battle.

"I agree with Sidney," Wallace said, "A woman like that shouldn't be wasted. If you're not interested with her, maybe you can introduce her to us."

Steven nervously glanced at Wallace, "… Maybe some other time…"

His feelings for Wallace had been one sided for the last five-years. It was love at first sight; never had he seen a man that could be so gentle yet powerful at the same time. He was captivated the moment he first laid his eyes on Wallace, and their friendship had been going on well for the last 5 years. Sometimes he questioned about the possibility of what could happen If he finally confessed to Wallace, and what he imagine had always been… unpleasant. Wallace is supposed to be straight after all. And some sources said he has something for Winona, a GYM leader Steven has never met before.

Sidney and Wallace continue on their chat about their sex life and ex-partners, while Steven, unable to bring himself to listen to their 'normal' sex life, decided to excuse himself to the toilet for a moment.

When he gazed into the mirrors, only then he noticed the hickeys Lance left. They look like bug bites; only these doesn't feel itchy at all. It's stinging with the heat left from last night, and Steven couldn't help but to blush at these absurd thoughts.

He took out his phone and furiously type:

"Next time, refrain yourself from biting on my neck, seriously."

As Steven walked back to where the others are, the reply from Lance came:

"You like it."

He sighed loudly as he stopped in his tracks to reply:

"I had been trying to keep a good, respectable image for the past few years. Please understand that."

"Wait, don't tell me that you're not openly gay."

"I am not openly gay. The only people who knows about my sexuality is you, and some other people I've slept with."

"Why not come out already? Do they discriminate gays in Hoenn?"

"No they don't. But it's complicated for me…"

"Tell me about it."

"Look, I only want you to stop biting my neck whenever we have sex, okay?"

"Can't, I'm very possessive. Even if we are just sex buddies, at least I want people to know that they can't have you the way that I do."

"Then I think we can postpone our next meeting until you agree to stop biting my neck."

When Lance did not reply, its either Steven hits the spot, or he's just busy. Whichever it is, the fact that Lance is being stubborn did not put his mind at ease.

The rest of the day went on without any other kind of drama that Steven had been dying to avoid. He won a battle against Glacia, Phoebe and Sidney, barely able to win when facing Drake's fearsome dragons, and had a tie with Wallace's Milotic.

After hanging out for several hours, each of the Elite Fours finally has to return to their respective works and duties. The six of them parted in the late afternoon after arranging another meeting, and finally said their goodbyes.

"You're getting stronger Steve," Wallace commented as he drove Steven home, "In a few months, you could probably be stronger than me. As expected from the Champion."

"You're just going easy on me. I know you could've done better than that." Steven replied.

Wallace smiled, "No, I'm serious, you're getting better. And your Pokemon is getting a lot stronger too. Look at your Aggron, he's now all big and scary. I can't believe how time just flies. It seems just like yesterday when I first battled you and your Aaron."

Steven chuckled, "Well, time sure flies…"

Silence ensued as Wallace drove his hover-car over the surface of the dark blue ocean. Steven gaze into the ocean, thinking of nothing in particular, when suddenly Wallace brought up the topic that Steven had been dying to avoid, "So, this one-night stander of yours… What's her name?"

Wallace's words struck Steven hard. The coldness of the wind that he had been ignoring suddenly became so obvious that it's almost palpable to him. His spine tingles with the oddest sensation and the cold air he breaths in slowly hurts his lungs. "… It's… None of your concern, Wallace…" Those words came out more as a whisper.

"Why?" Wallace asked again, not noticing how tense Steven has become, "Maybe I'll meet her one day. If you tell me her name, then I may try to be careful not to make a move on her. Of course, that depends on how hot she is. C'mon, from scale 1 to 10, what's her score?"

"… I don't want to talk about it Wallace."

"Did something happen between you and this woman? You don't look so well since this morning; did you have a fight with her?" The blue-haired guy keeps pressing on.

"… No…"

"Then why are you acting like this? You're seriously acting weird."

Steven sighed, "Why do you even bother Wallace?"

"You're my friend; of course I'm worried about you!" Wallace raised his tone, somehow getting pissed by Steven's stubbornness.

"… I'm just doing this person for sex, okay? Why do you have to be so pesky? There is nothing more. I don't know what's so new about me having sex. I'm a man, Wallace, I can take care of myself!"

"Well fine! I'm sorry if I'm being too pesky! I was just too worried about the well-being of my friend. If you find that bothersome, forgive me for caring about you so much."

"Well, probably you should stop caring about me so much and go find someone else to care about. Honestly speaking Wallace, you keep on sending the wrong message."

"What do you mean by that?"

Steven knew he had gone too far, however, there's no turning back when he reached this point. Is it really safe for him to spill out everything to Wallace? No, he's not prepared, not yet.

Wallace grinded his teeth in frustration, before saying, "I just thought... That there's no secret between us..."

Steven decided not to say anything, wishing very hard that Wallace would just stop prying. If Wallace press on a little harder, then there's going to be a big chance that all hell will break loose. Wallace will regret asking so much, and the relation they share will never be the same. Steven wouldn't be able to look at him in the eyes again.

As the Sootopolis town began to appear in the horizon, Wallace decided to break the awkward silence again, "... I'm sorry..." He paused for a moment, letting the word sink, before continuing, "I broke up with Winona two days ago."

That news certainly caught Steven's attention. He glanced at the former Champion of Hoenn, and was surprised to see the sorrowful look that replaces his usual, elegant expression.

"... You know, when I first saw her, I thought that she's the one who I'll be able to love for the rest of my life..." Wallace started, "She's everything you could ask from a woman... Beautiful, dazzling, and she cooks too." Wallace chuckled slightly, before continuing, "But... She doesn't sees me the same way as I do. You could say that in the end, she dumped me... I guess my feelings will always be one-sided..."

"Wallace..."

"I'm sorry if I had been acting like a jerk... I guess I was jealous of you..."

"... It's fine..."

When they finally reached Steven's home, Wallace finds it hard to say goodbye. He wanted to say more to Steven, but couldn't bring himself to say the words.

"Do you want to come inside for a drink?" Steven casually offered, even though if the surroundings were a bit brighter, Wallace could probably see the blush forming on his face.

Wallace turned the engine of his hover-car off, before nodding, "Sure."

After laying out a dozen of beer cans, the two powerful trainer of the Hoenn region settled themselves on the couch, and began gulping down the beers while talking about random stuffs that let them both have a good laugh.

"I never knew you're into capes," Wallace said as he picked up the washed, neatly-folded black cape that Steven left on the table by the couch.

"Oh, that belongs to a friend of mine." Steven replied as he opened the fifth can and gulped the beer. "He left it when he came for a visit last night."

Wallace asked as he inspect the cape, before suddenly saying, "... I thought you're with a girl last night."

"Oh, right..." Steven said as he chuckled giddily.

"Hey... You're drunk already, stop drinking." Wallace said, obvioulsy capable of handling much more than Steven.

"Don't wanna..." Steven moaned, his face flushing red.

The sight of the drunken Steven suddenly made Wallace's heart beat louder for no good reason. He finds himself unable to take his eyes off the younger champion. Something inside him began to stir, and he gets this sudden urge to do something that he might regret later on.

Steven coyly smiled, and without any further warning, he pounced on Wallace. Even though younger and obviously leaner, Steven somehow managed to held Wallace down, even though the water-type trainer had resist for a moment.

"Steven... Snap out of it, you're drunk," Wallace said as he gently hit Steven's head.

The grey-haired trainer smiled mischievously; a smile that really makes him looks like a horny little fox. Drinking did not make Wallace lose his common sense. The moment he saw the foxy smile on Steven's face, he knew where this is going.

Steven inched his face closer to Wallace, and whispered, "Just for tonight... Do me... Make me scream your name..."

Strange images began to fill Wallace's mind when those words finally reached his head. Wrong images that he shouldn't be thinking about at all that really makes him want to slap himself. "No Steven, stop this jo-" His voice was muffled when Steven licked Wallace's lips, before kissing him passionately.

Wallace's last thread of patience snapped. With all his strength, he pushed Steven away and in turn, pinned the younger Champion down. He hungrily eyed Steven, getting turned on by just looking at those glazing eyes, blushing face, soft lips, bushy grey hair... Every little thing about Steven turns him on, especially added by the effect of the alcohol from before.

The blue-haired GYM Leader knew that he's doing the wrong thing, yet his body and heart desires more. Without a second thought, he crushed his lips on Steven's, who willingly opens his mouth. Their tongues entwined with greed and fiery passion, their hips grinding against in each other in constant rythm. Excitement shot throughout Wallace's body when he felt Steven's hand caressing his manhood.

Wallace's lips moved down and began attacking Steven's neck. However, when he saw the numerous hickeys on Steven's neck, he abruptly stopped.

"Don't stop... Lance..." Steven whimpered.

And somehow, that really kills the mood. "Whose Lance?" Wallace asked, anger hinted in his voice.

Steven chuckled, "Idiot, stop that... Don't joke around when I'm getting serious."

"Who the heck is Lance?" Wallace did not make any attempt to hide his anger anymore.

"Lance? He's a guy... I often have sex with... Unromantic piece of crap... But he's real tough on bed..."

If Steven had been sober enough, he could obviously see that Wallace is seething with rage. Without another word, Wallace angrily left Steven's house, leaving the champion alone.

"Hey Wallace..." Steven said at the phone, "Sorry I got drunk last night... I shouldn't have drink that much. I don't remember what exactly happened... But sorry if I was troubling you last night. Call me back if you have the time, okay?" And as soon as he said that, he ended his voicemail and crumpled the piece of paper from which he had been reading out loud.

Steven looked out of the huge window located next to his bed, and heaved out loudly. He had no idea what he had done last night after his fourth round, and there's nothing much he can do but to pray he did not do anything embarassing.

"... I shouldn't have drink that much..." Steven muttered to himself for the hundreth time that day.

"You did a great job yesterday, champ!" A male coworker said as he flashed Lance a thumbs-up.

Lance smirked as he sipped on his cup of white coffee, "Thank you, it's flattering to hear it coming from the guy who says that I can only get in his way."

"Hey, I'm sorry okay? I thought you're just an ordinary trainer. You know, some trainers get easily freaked out!"

"Next time, Leo-the-oh-so-skillful-master-of-everything, never underestimate other people's capability. It's rude, and annoying." Lance said as he proceeded on his way to his boss' office.

Leo walked next to him and continued, "Thanks for saving my life, I owe you one."

"Nevermind, it is my duty to watch over people like you after all..."

"Looking forward to working with you again Lance." He said as they were about to part their ways.

"I hope next time you'll remember that pressing all the buttons in an emergency situation is not a good idea." Lance said as he entered a room with the label 'Conference Room'.

"Hey, it's a brilliant idea!" Leo complained loudly before Lance can shut the door.

"You wish!" Lance shouted back and slammed the door of the Conference Room shut behind him. He found himself in the room with no one else around except for himself, and his boss.

Despite being the old person he is, Jake Hunter is still a fit man with a ridiculously sharp mind and an excellent ability to read the enemy's movement like a book. His face may be wrinkled, however his sharp silver eyes still reflects the fiery spirit of a youth. He is a truly cruel man with a heart of stone, incapable of understanding the harsh condition some people has to face. Yet behind it all, he actually cares for the well-being of those under his care.

"You called, boss?" Lance asked as he took a seat next to him.

"... You did very well yesterday, Lance. You managed to stop those terrorist from blowing up one of Hoenn's passanger ship. The people from the Hoenn government truly worship your skills of handling the situation…"

"It was nothing…" Lance nonchalantly replied.

"You single-handedly brought down all the terrorists, you managed to locate the bomb and diffuse it before it blew up, save all the hostages, and stop the ship from sailing straight into a deserted island when the Captain was knocked out."

"Sad to admit, but Agent Leo had been a great help." Lance said with a smirk, "He got some skills..."

"He's impulsive."

"I like him."

"... Your opinions is not going to help him get anywhere."

Lance sighed, "There goes my chance of going a good deed... Okay, so let's get down to business. What is it this time?"

Jake, without any other words, handed over the document he had been holding to Lance. "As you may already know, there's a new group of terrorists on the loose. Their identity is still a mystery to us, however, it is clear that they mean business when they decided to set up a bomb in one of Hoenn's ship. After looking through the passangers' list, and eliminating the minor civilians, we have the name of their target."

Lance put down his cup of coffee and look over the document. "... President of the Devon Corporation, Raymond Stone... Stone... I think I've heard of that name before..."

Jake nodded, "We have questioned this man and informed him that his life is in danger. It seems that what those terrorist want from him is the new technology he developed that can control the mind of Pokemon."

"Why would he created something like that?"

Jake leaned back in his seat, "It is a man's instinct to desire for control..."

"... So, what do I have to do? Guard him for 24/7?"

"What they want you to do, Lance, is to help them investigate further on this matter. They specifically requested for your help."

"Specifically requested, huh? Why do I get a bad feeling about this...?"

"Whether you go for this mission or not, it is your choice. You just need to know that you are not working under my command, and that some unexpected things might happen later on."

Lance thought for a moment as he read through the President's biodata. There are several pros and cons he needs to consider if he's going to do this. Working in a new environment with new people may be troublesome, however he may get some new experience by doing so. Besides, he's quiet familiar with Hoenn already.

His gaze fell upon the names of relatives, and was genuinely surprised when he read the only name that was written on the living relative's list.

"I'll take on this mission." He said without any second thoughts.