2008-05-05 03:13 am (UTC)
How about a fic based off a picture? Like we really need more Ness/Lucas
Of course, anon, you could always just skip the walk-in fiasco and stick to the Ness/Lucas goodness
2008-12-15 05:40 pm (UTC)
AND I'M SECONDING, dammit.
2008-12-23 02:36 am (UTC)
On the Courtship and Mating of Telepaths [1/6]
Ness still thought of himself as a nice, normal Onett boy. Nice boys were cheerful, friendly, polite to good guys, and never backed down from bad guys. Most relevantly at the moment, nice boys met nice girls and asked them out on nice, normal dates. Ness knew, of course, that this wasn't how it worked for everyone. In fact, he'd always thought Jeff and Tony were really cute together, in a hopelessly nerdy sort of way. But that was other people, who came from other places. Onett boys never found themselves desperately crushing on other boys - or if they did, they certainly didn't talk about it. Especially not to the boy in question.
On the other hand, Lucas was psychic.
It didn't matter how careful Ness was. (And he was, in fact, very careful. He didn't look at Lucas' face too much, or look away too much. He didn't blush, he didn't stutter, and he paid no obvious attention to casual contact. An ordinary person, he was sure, would have noticed nothing.) Every time Ness thought something he shouldn't have, Lucas got this Look. Half shy-but-pleased, half I-know-a-secret. Even worse, sometimes Ness sensed similar thoughts coming back. He didn't even want thoughts like that in his brain when they were his, let alone someone else's.
The solution, obviously, was to pretend the whole thing wasn't happening. So that was what Ness did. And, aside from a few smirks and glances, that was what Lucas had done, too, up till now.
Ness was sitting in a chair, reading a letter from his parents and trying to think what to write back. Lucas was reading a book in Ness' room, which he sometimes did when Ness was doing something quiet. He had originally been sitting on the bed, ten feet away from Ness. But then he'd looked up at Ness, nodded to himself, and gotten up. He sat down on the floor beside Ness, and laid his head on Ness' lap.
Ness did what he always did - he acted like nothing was happening. This time, though, his favorite strategy was probably a bad one. It meant just sitting there while Lucas happily used his left leg as a pillow. It was therefore hard to pretend that no one had a crush on anyone.
After a few seconds, Ness felt a thought trickling into his mind. The thought had no words, only an image, of Ness running his hand softly through Lucas' hair. It was such a pleasant thought that Ness' hand actually started moving on its own. He moved it firmly back onto the desk. Lucas' face twitched into that knowing smile again, and the thought came again, louder.
Obviously Lucas wasn't going to let Ness concentrate until he got what he wanted. Ness let his hand slip down into the other boy's hair - just so he could get the letter done, of course. Lucas' thoughts immediately turned to something much less distracting, a sort of vague warmth. They stayed like that for about two minutes.
Then they heard voices out in the hall - Red and Pit, enthusiastically discussing the last tournament, and meanwhile quickly approaching the open door to Ness' bedroom. Ness quickly stood up. Lucas' head hit the chair with a clunk. "Hey, guys!" Ness called.
"Oh, hey, Ness." Red looked into the room. "Hey, Lucas. You guys want to go spar some?"
"Yeah," Lucas said, standing up. He wasn't even rubbing his head. "Sure."
2008-12-23 02:37 am (UTC)
On the Courtship and Mating of Telepaths [2/6]
For the next two weeks, Lucas and Ness weren't ever alone together. Whenever they met, there always happened to be someone else around. The places they met, oddly, became increasingly improbable as time went on. Lucas popped his head into the bathroom, for example, while Ness was brushing his teeth, he happened to come into the kitchen while Ness was washing dishes, and he was waiting in the trophy room when Ness ducked in there one evening. And every time, he found Ness in equally improbable company - Snake, Peach, and once, bizarrely, Dedede.
And then after dinner one night, Ness went up to his room, opened the door, and saw Lucas lying on his bed. "Hey, Ness!"
"Hi. . ." Ness looked behind him. He'd "coincidentally" left dinner at the same time as Pit, and so had been with him all the way upstairs, but the angel had flown away before he'd opened the door. "What's up?"
"You want to hang out?" Lucas had the Look - the sight of Lucas in his bed was giving Ness Look-worthy thoughts at a depressing rate - but his voice was quite innocent.
"Um. Actually, I'm kinda tired, Lucas. Maybe tomorrow?" This was a lie, of course. Ness had been avoiding outright lies, because he suspected they wouldn't work on a psychic, and indeed this one did not.
"Yeah, I'm tired, too." Lucas yawned theatrically. "I'm really, really tired. I don't even think I can get out of this bed!"
Ness' shoulders slumped, and he closed the door. "You could have at least tried to make that sound believable," he muttered.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Lucas actually said that with a straight face - and at the same time, sent Ness a mental image of the two of them kissing.
"Lucas!" Ness whispered. "We are not doing that!"
"Aww." Image of them hugging.
"No!" Holding hands? "Lucas, stop it! Why can't you just leave me alone!"
Shocked pause. "Okay," Lucas said, sitting up. "Sure. If you really want me to go, I'll go." Ness didn't have to be psychic to know he was hurt. But of course, he was psychic, which made it ten times worse.
"No, I'm sorry. Really, Lucas, I didn't mean that. You can stay."
Lucas studied Ness' face for a few seconds, then laid back down. "Okay."
Ness sat down on the floor, his back resting against the bed. There was a tennis ball under his bed - he pulled it out, bounced it off the floor and the wall, and caught it with his mind. Then he dropped it back into his hand and bounced it again. "You're making a lot of progress on the field, Lucas," Ness said eventually. Bounce bounce catch.
"Thanks. Good to know the practice is doing something."
"Yeah. You're definitely getting stronger." Bounce bounce catch. Bounce bounce catch. Bounce bounce image of them curled up together in bed, missed catch, ball rolls away. "Lucas! Cut it out!"
"Uh, that one wasn't me, Ness." Oh, geez. Ness could feel the Look on the back of his head. "Heh, don't worry about it. It was just a stray thought. I'm happy just like this." That was the truth - they weren't touching or even looking at each other, but Ness sensed the warm feeling in his mind. And it wasn't all coming from Lucas.
There couldn't be any harm, Ness decided, in doing something he'd done before. So he pushed himself up, sat on the side of the bed, and ran his fingers through Lucas' hair. Lucas closed his eyes, and smiled, and the warm feeling got stronger. The position was awkward, though, so Ness shifted, trying to find a better one. He ended up on his knees, straddling Lucas' thighs. Lucas stayed completely still - not moving, not speaking, not thinking anything Ness could sense except the warm feeling. He remained ridiculously, unfairly gorgeous, but Ness supposed there wasn't much he could do about that.
The door banged open. "Hey, Ness, Lucario said you knew where the stapler was, and I. . ." Ike, standing in the doorway, stared at Ness, tenderly petting a boy. Ness stared back.
2008-12-23 02:39 am (UTC)
On the Courtship and Mating of Telepaths [3/5?]
Lucas?" Lucas and Ike gave him identical disbelieving stares. Please, Ness thought, as hard as he could, just play along.
So Lucas did - and he was perfect. He squealed with laughter and tackled Ness; the two of them rolled off the foot of the bed and nearly into the closet. Ness twisted free and dashed out the door, giving Lucas a strawberry over his shoulder. "Hey, get back here!" Lucas shouted, and chased him out.
"The stapler's in the desk, Ike!" Ness called, from halfway down the hall.
I don't know if he bought that, Lucas thought to him. But they didn't get a chance to discuss it further - like any loud game in a house full of competitive teenagers, it attracted company. Ness tagged Popo (despite not technically being "it"), Popo of course tagged Nana, then Pikachu showed up, and so on, and so on, and soon Ness and Lucas were the exact opposite of alone.
After that, Ness figured that if Ike or anyone else was still suspicious, he'd better make sure they didn't get the wrong idea. If anything, he got even more careful than before, and when Lucas did catch him alone, Ness invited him to go do something in public. Lucas' thoughts, he noticed, were developing a distinct tinge of frustration.
So Ness started collecting sappy thoughts. Whenever Lucas seemed unhappy, Ness would think about hugging him or something, just to make him smile. (Not that Ness could watch Lucas smile, not in public. But he could feel it.) It got to be quite a collection. The best one was this:
Ness is sitting in one of the big recliners in the mansion's living room. Lucas is sitting between his legs, leaning back against his chest. It is late at night, and very warm in the room. Ness has his arms around Lucas, and is leaning down to softly kiss the top of his head.
The first time Ness used that one, Lucas tripped over his own feet. And he had the Look for hours.
Naturally, Lucas retaliated with his own collection. His favorite, judging by how often he used it, was:
Lucas is in bed, half-asleep and half on top of Ness. Ness was obviously hugging him at some point, but now he's fallen asleep and his arms have fallen limply to the sides. Lucas has his head on Ness' chest. He feels the soft fabric of the pajamas with his cheek, and listens to Ness' slow breathing.
It was really unfair to think something that cute at someone who had to keep a straight face.
It wasn't that Ness thought any of his friends would hate him for liking boys. For one thing, it didn't exactly take psychic powers to figure out which way Lucas went, and nobody had a problem with him. Ness was afraid - ashamed - that he might not be that nice, normal boy that had left Onett, that his adventures might have turned him into someone his old friends might not recognize. Someone his family might not like.
Still. . . Being able to watch Lucas smile would almost be worth it. Almost.
2008-12-23 02:41 am (UTC)
On the Courtship and Mating of Telepaths [4/4 - wow, it's roomy in here]
Ness didn't worry much that people knew about Lucas. They didn't know about the thoughts they were sending back and forth, which was all he cared about. There were consequences to this, though, that neither of them suspected - one day while Ness was eating lunch, Red stopped to talk to Lucas outside the dining room.
"Um, sorry," Ness heard Lucas say. "But I like someone else." It would be absolutely a dead giveaway for Ness to grin at that, so he didn't.
"I know," Red said. "Everyone can see how you've been looking at Ness, except Ness. But it's been a week," it had been much longer than a week, "and he's obviously never going to notice you. You deserve better than that."
He deserved better? "Take that back!" Ness shouted.
Everyone stared. Ness realized (much too late) that he'd been hearing this conversation only in his mind, through Lucas - the door was closed, and they were quite out of ordinary earshot. No one inside the dining room had any idea what he was talking about.
"No, really," Lucas was saying, "thanks, but. . ."
"Just a walk, or something, maybe?" Red said. "To get used to it?"
If it had been someone else, Ness would have sat down and pretended nothing had happened. No one would have put together his outburst inside with a conversation they didn't know was happening outside. If it had been a girl, even the line about Lucas deserving better would have just been funny. But Lucas and Red were friends, had a connection. Red, too, had saved him in the fight with Tabu. Ness' stomach twisted with a fear that was entirely uncareful, and much more immediate than disappointing his family.
He stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Red and Lucas looked at him. Red, at least, was surprised. "Lucas?"
"C'mere?" Lucas stepped closer. When he was within arm's reach, Ness grabbed him, pulled him close, and kissed him.
This was not one of the cute little kisses from the sappy thought collections. This was much deeper, and it had things neither of them had been imagining, like tongues and Ness moaning and Lucas trembling and what sounded like Samus giving them a wolf whistle in the background.
"Buh," Red said. "What the? You can't just walk up and do that!"
"He's my boyfriend," Ness said firmly, breaking the kiss. Lucas gulped in breath, and swallowed, clearly not tracking the conversation.
"Since. . . twenty-three days ago." That was when Lucas had laid his head in Ness' lap.
Say yes, Lucas.
"Yeah," Lucas managed vaguely. His eyes still weren't focused on anything.
"Sorry," Ness said. That was not his first choice of things to say just then. He wanted to say something more like "Mine!" or "If you touch him I'll set you on fire with my mind," but he'd been raised to be more polite than that, so "Sorry" it was.
Lucas managed to get a coherent thought together, that thought being, again. So Ness kissed him again.
This time there were three separate wolf whistles, one actually from Wolf, and Sonic shouting "Get a room!"
Sounds like a good idea to me, Lucas thought.
Um, I was sorta, I mean, just because everyone was watching I made it obvious, but if you'd rather do that cuddling stuff. . .
Cuddling and making out, Lucas thought firmly. He grabbed Ness' hand and led him away. Ness realized he was wearing a most incautious and undignified expression, that being a huge grin.
And because upbringing isn't everything, he looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at Red.
2009-01-08 08:47 pm (UTC)
Re: On the Courtship and Mating of Telepaths [4/4 - wow, it's roomy in here]
I have the slight suspicion that this is the anon that wrote the second Lucas/Ness/Claus, but it's hard to tell with so many anonymice running around, so ignore that if I'm wrong.
That aside, I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS. The whole thing with sending each other images and telephatic talk was handled awesomely, and hot damn, it's got to be hard being a psychic with the hots for another psychic.
sjkasghkajg NICE PORTRAYAL OF EVERY-FUCKING-THING AND BONUS POINTS FOR RED.
2009-01-08 11:24 pm (UTC)
I think technically I'm not supposed to say, but yeah, that was me. Thanks a lot for the comments, and the bonus points.
2009-01-09 04:52 am (UTC)
Accidental Stalker!Anon, haha
Eh, anon is anon and anon is legion, so I s'ppose there's no harm~
Hey, no problem, your writing's just plain awesome. If this was the Fire Emblem kink meme, I'd give you bonus exp, but alas~
2009-01-13 02:35 am (UTC)
This was fucking awesome and SO ARE YOU <3 This was written so amazingly, omg
2009-01-15 06:26 am (UTC)
Comments like this give me the grins. But honestly, the best thanks is to pay it forward and answer another request. (Preferably one about Lucas.)
2009-01-18 03:41 am (UTC)
fffffff I am so late to the party, but I'm so deeply in love with this I cannot even say. I've been craving Ness/Lucas like crazy, and even though we still don't have enough of it, I think I'll be okay for a little while thanks to this. It. It just. HAVE ALL MY BABIES, ANON.
2009-01-21 11:26 am (UTC)
Re: Not OP
Why, have you got spares sitting around?
Glad I satisfied your craving. Though honestly, I don't think it's as rare a pairing as all that.
2008-12-28 06:49 am (UTC)
On the Courtship and Mating of Telepaths [2.5/4 - the lost paragraph]
"Uhhh. . ." Ness' heart pounded. Pretending nothing was happening was probably not going to work here, at least not without some sort of alternate explanation. "Tag, you're it, Lucas?"