Dreary, that's all Leo could describe the day as. It was nothing but warm rain and dim light from a sun that just couldn't seem to get any rays past the clouds. He hated days like this. Though Leo had travelled through much worse weather before, it was the humidity and the heat that was preventing the young trainer from leaving the cabin he rented for what was only supposed to be one night.
Leo had originally planned for this venture to take little more than a week of travel, but constant setbacks had drawn the seemingly simple and short trip into a month long trek through what had to be the most humid month in the history of the entire Hoenn region.
Bored to death with waiting for the rain to let up, Leo sighed in exasperation. He tried to take his mind off of his adventure but it couldn't be helped. This journey was what Leo had spent his entire childhood training for. It was his destiny to take the Pokémon world by storm and the young trainer knew it.
As unfortunate a circumstance the weather had become, Leo couldn't help but enjoy the inconvenience to a small degree. After all, how often was it that he actually spent time with his Pokémon rather than just train them?
The young trainer pulled himself from one of the two beds the small cabin had and moved immediately to the window. Water droplets were racing down the glass of the window obscuring the view of the landscape. A small grin worked its way onto Leo's face as he surveyed the dark skies. "It doesn't matter how many obstacles you throw at me, I will overcome anything you can dish out." These were words that Leo believed to be his gospel.
"Talking to the window again?" The words entered Leo's mind delicately. Any trainer who travelled with psychic-type Pokémon was already well accustomed to such phenomena. However, that didn't mean the Gardevoir's words still didn't startle him.
"Someone needs to; otherwise it'll never learn what I have to teach it." Two chuckles then proceeded to fill the air of the room. Fed up with looking at the continually depressing view, Leo spun swiftly on one foot before leaning against the wall next to the window. The smile that had found its way onto the boy's face still lay across his smooth skin. "The real question is why you're awake this early?"
Sitting in the second bed the cabin had to offer was the trainer's favorite Pokémon. Violet eyes met Leo's own amber gaze as the two silently studied each other up. Leo, at 15 years old, was not above wearing heavily worn pajama bottoms that looked as though they had not seen a washing machine ever. The once dark blue plaid design had faded into a pastel mix of teal and gray. Draped over her trainer's torso was a dark gray shirt that lacked sleeves. The Gardevoir had been the one to pick the shirt out and was profoundly happy that Leo chose to wear it at almost all times. Her violet eyes then found their way back to her master's face. There was not one flaw that the Pokémon could honestly complain about in Leo's features. Dark skin that tanned at almost the slightest ray of sunlight, eyes that always remained in a focused state in a physical example of the boy's fierce determination, and most obvious of all; Leo's glasses. Dark blue in color and covered in a multitude of small scratches that chronicled the many long days that Leo spent traveling. Even more telling were the smudges on the corner of the left lens, evidence of Leo's habit of readjusting his glasses every few minutes. To the Gardivoir, Leo was perfect. She had no reason to believe otherwise. He dressed only for function, never for style, and thus every single seemingly imperfect feature had a purpose.
"How do you expect me to sleep with all of your thinking? Truly master, you must learn to think your thoughts at a much lower frequency. Only then do I believe I could sleep an entire night without waking every time an interesting thought crosses your mind." Giggling, the Pokémon pulled the covers of the bed over her shoulders for comfort. She too held a great disgust for such humidity.
A faux scoff came from Leo as he crossed his arms across his chest. She was right though; Leo's thoughts were loud; loud enough to prevent him from sleeping sometimes. "I could always buy you a pair of earmuffs." The comment had obviously been a joke. Why would he waist his money on such a useless item that would only fall off in the toss and turns of sleep?
The pitter patter of rain brought Leo back into his mind. Of course he could sit here and talk to his beloved Pokémon, but there were things that required his thought, things such as Lavaridge Town's very own fiery hot head Flannery. She was the absolute bane of Leo's existence. No other person controlled him the way Flannery had once done. A wink and a curt nod from the red headed menace was all that was needed to make Leo turn to mush. Leo and Flannery had been childhood sweethearts; love letters, training together, sharing a hot spring, and even the occasional date. However, things were not meant to last. Leo's fierce determination to be the very best persisted so far as to where he had to prove that he was better than even Flannery. It was his obsession with the ideal of being the best that drove Flannery to lose her love for Leo. The break up occurred during what should have been the start of a journey they would take together. Unfortunately, the two of them didn't get far from Lavaridge Town before Leo's former flame dumped him. Flannery was his sole support and only friend. When she left him, Leo was broken and torn. It was only when he caught his very first Pokémon did the hole in Leo's heart begin to heal.
A sudden chill went down the Gardevoir's back as she felt her master's mind slip into unpleasant thoughts. She didn't like it when he did such. The Pokémon preferred her master when he was happy and energetic. It had been during such a mood that she and Leo crossed paths.
She was only a Ralts at the time and Leo was but novice in the ways of Pokémon. Their battle had been a pathetic one. Leo's Torchic could do little more than spit weak embers out and unleash pitiful tackles. The Ralts couldn't do much better. All she could really do in retaliation was growl in hopes that the Torchic would become disinterested in battle. Her defeat came about easy enough and only moments later she became Leo's very first accomplishment. That day also saw the naming of the incredibly young Ralts. It had taken Leo a few minutes to think of a name and he eventually settled on the only one that came to mind; Syria.
Seeing her master like this hurt Syria in ways that she was sure no one could understand. His pain was her pain, his feelings were her feelings. So whenever Leo would torture himself with thoughts of Flannery, Syria was tortured with him. At first Syria hadn't known why Leo would keep his mind on such subjects. The Pokémon felt her trainer's pain not only because of the natural abilities of the Gardevoir evolutionary family, but also due to Syria's love for Leo. Before Leo happened upon the young Syria, she was alone in absolutely every way. No parents, no friends, no enemies; only loneliness. Leo was the first light in Syria's life and remains the brightest one to this day. She found comfort in her master's drive to succeed. The boy's determination to overcome everything and defeat everybody made the Gardevoir feel that even if someone or something wanted to harm her Leo would save her. Syria's greatest dread was that she could do nothing to save her beloved master from his thoughts.
Another image of Flannery passed through Leo's mind just then. Though she would've preferred not to, Syria saw it just as her trainer did. Only then did the Gardivoir become irritated with her master. She wanted answers. "Master….why do you think of her? Why do you remind yourself of that great pain every day?" The telepathic question came hesitantly despite Syria's strong feelings on the matter. Regardless of how she felt about his thinking, it was indeed Leo's thoughts and he was entitled to think about whatever he wanted, even if it confused his companion.
A quick look of surprised anger was flashed from the boy to the Pokémon. "You just couldn't stay out of my head could you?" The response was quick, venomous, and effective.
Syria's eyes began to water as she tossed the comforting covers aside. In a rare example of her temper, the Gardevoir shot into an upright position and glared through her tears. "Of course I couldn't! You know that every thought you have is one we share. Nothing that goes through your mind is a secret to me. You know that!" In a huff, Syria crossed her arms across her chest and turned her head away from her master. A pained silence fell about the room as the stifled snuffs of Syria's sobs became more apparent. "The only thing I don't know about you….the one thing that eludes my knowledge….is why….why you torture yourself every day with thoughts of that bitch. Why is that the one thing you refuse to let me know?"
Stunned by the telepathic outburst, Leo's regular fiery temper fell into nothingness. Leo had heard Syria curse before. The Gardevoir cursed often during battles when she was injured or frustrated. What had seemingly paralyzed the young trainer was that this was the very first time that Syria had actually cursed at him. Heartbroken, Leo slowly tried to speak, "Syria…I didn't…"
"How dare you? How dare you consider lying to me? Tell me the truth damn it!" Whipping her head to face Leo once more, Syria glared daggers at her trainer and began to actually shiver with rage. This boy was the one person she could trust; the one that she thought would never let her down. Yet here he was; here he was trying to lie to her face. The sheer audacity of that action forced the enraged Psychic-type Pokémon to restrain herself from actually throwing her disrespectful master through the wall.
With no way out Leo decided that the telling her the truth was smarter than just trying to keep her in the dark, "Because I love her. I always have and I suppose I always will. I…I've always known that you wouldn't understand that." Before Leo could continue he felt a chilling sensation run down his back. Leo recognized this sensation; it was fear.
Incensed by her master's revelation of the truth, Syria began to float slowly to the ceiling of the cabin. "The hell I wouldn't understand! I know love, I've always known it. The day I learned of it was the day I realized that I loved you." Anger began to fade into sadness as the Gardevoir finally poured her heart out to Leo.
Syria's words struck a chord with Leo. It had always been that way. No matter what emotion Leo was being lead by and no matter what the boy thought about, hearing his beloved Pokémon say that always calmed him down. Unfortunately, this time would be the one that was different. "You know I love you too, but it's not the same kind of love." With every intention on continuing with his words, Leo looked deep into Syria's eyes. However, a sudden change in temperament overcame the Gardevoir that utterly shocked Leo; she began to cry.
Tears fell from Syria's eyes as she fell back to the bed, finally overcome with the building sadness within her heart. Slowly she pulled her legs up onto the bed so that she could hug them closely. Then, almost as a whimper, Syria admitted her darkest secret, "No, it is the same. I love you Leo. Far more than you realize." The truth hurt to say. For her entire life Syria had not once received a confirmation on whether or not her master returned these feelings. She knew the boy loved her, but it was the degree to which Leo loved her that she was not sure of.
"Syria…" For the first time in Leo's life he didn't know what to say or think. He was legitimately at a loss for words. Never before had he even contemplated the idea that Syria felt this way. Hell, Leo didn't even know if Pokémon could actually feel that way towards humans. Only now was he being confronted by this unknown truth and the poor boy didn't have a clue of how to react. Should he reciprocate her feelings without truly feeling that way, reject her and break the Gardevoir's fragile heart, ignore it and say that she doesn't know what she's saying, or just do nothing? Confused about what he should do, Leo decided that the truth was best; he loved Syria and she meant the world to him. Though he wasn't sure if their love for each other was of the same caliber, Leo decided that he was far too young to truly know love by its forms. Syria knew what love was, Leo could tell.
Without speaking, Leo walked briskly across the room to where his companion sat crying. He had never seen her this way before and it hurt Leo deeply. So deeply that he would throw caution to the wind in order to assure that Syria would never have to feel such sadness ever again. Now sure of his actions, Leo knelt down before the bed and brought his hand to Syria's chin. Gently he stroked her angelically smooth skin and tilted her head so that they could see one another. "I don't know what love is….but you do….and I know that you matter more to than anything else in my life….so maybe…maybe you could teach me…" Acting before he could possible rethink his actions, Leo brought his lips against Syria's and kissed her tenderly.
Taken aback by the surprising path the situation had traveled down, Syria blinked in confusion as she tried to process everything. However, the warmth of Leo's quivering lips refused to allow the Psychic-type to think. Another second went by without a reaction as Syria continued to try and think the action over. Incapable of actually conceiving the grasp of Leo's words, the Pokémon finally allowed herself to give in to her greatest desire.
Green arms wrapped tightly around Leo as the Gardevoir began to kiss back. It was clumsy compared to Leo's, but it did the job for Syria. Eagerly, Syria's tongue slipped in-between Leo's lips and lightly brushed against her trainer's. Surprised by the contact of their tongues, Leo became victim to the passionate embrace of his Pokémon. With Leo now mirroring Syria's movements, the Psychic-type Pokémon delivered countless more small kisses.
Embracing the fierce passion that was now welling within her, Syria pulled her master onto the bed with her. Startled, Leo broke free of her hold and used his hands to hold himself up. Just moments ago they had been on the edge of the bed sharing a multitude of kisses, but now Leo found himself lay not only onto of Syria, but between her legs as well.
Nervous about what this position implied, Leo tried to speak but quickly felt the touch of Syria's finger against his lips. Eyes quivering with uncertainty, Leo looked to the teary eyes of his beloved Pokémon for answers. "I'm ready for this Leo…and I know you won't hurt me. Please, don't stop."
Befuddled by this confession, Leo couldn't help but shudder. He had done this before with Flannery. In fact, it was rare that when they shared a hot spring they wouldn't have sex. However, this was different. This was Syria, a girl that Leo considered second to none. If he were to give in and have sex with Syria –a thought that sent immense shivers throughout his body– then it would be the single most special event of his young life. Though Leo wanted to think it over, passion overcame his will and drove him to one conclusion; he loved Syria and that he was going to show her just how much he did.
Shaking heavily, Leo slipped his shirt off the best he could. The fabric clung to his skin as Leo's nervousness began to have an effect on his body. Not able to stop himself, Leo fought with the hem of his pajama pants which clung to his skin in the same manner his shirt had.
Trembling with eagerness, Syria gazed entranced at Leo's chest. Of course she had seen the boy shirtless before and many times at that, but this was the very first moment of her life that Syria actually felt just how attracted she was to her chosen mate. However, the Gardevoir's attention was stolen by Leo's struggles with his pajama bottoms. Giggling silently, Syria helped Leo pull them down to the boy's knees. Syria's humor was lost when she sighted Leo's penis. It was the very first human penis she had ever seen. Though it appeared to still be mostly flaccid, the size of the penis still shocked the impassioned Pokémon. Blushing, Syria quickly brought her eyes to those of her master.
Leo looked down into Syria's eyes while smiling in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment over now being naked in front of her. In her eyes, Leo found the comfort to actually smile a genuine smile. Such luscious violet orbs, they amazed the young trainer. Those eyes had seen so much yet appeared just as innocent as the day Syria had tumbled out of the grass and crossed paths with Leo.
"I love you."
The telepathic message had been so quiet that Leo had barely noticed it. Warmth then rose up from deep within Leo's chest as he leaned down to kiss the sweet lips of his Gardevoir. Her lips were truly sweet, almost as though the boy had chomped down upon the sweetest berry in existence. Accentuating the delectable flavor their kiss left behind was the spark the feel of Syria's perfectly smooth skin against his lips. Once he was satisfied with the kiss, Leo pulled away slightly before breathlessly muttering, "I love you too."
Before even a moment passed by Syria pressed her lips up into Leo's and returned the passion of the kiss. This surpassed anything the Gardevoir could've hoped for. This boy gave off a scent that drove her crazier than any of the scents she had smelt throughout her life. Something about his cinnamon smell drove Syria to almost lose herself in the kiss.
Taking the initiative, Leo regretfully pulled away from Syria's swollen lips. Hands shaking, Leo moved away the silk-like skirt that covered the Pokémon's lower body. Visible immediately between her two pure white legs was a pink slit. Never before had Leo seen a Pokémon's vagina and he had to almost fight the urge to cover his eyes with his hands in embarrassment. Slowly he lowered his hand to the quivering lips of Syria's vagina. It took only seconds of tracing the lips delicately with his fingers before he found what he was looking for; the clitoris. As soon as Leo's pinky finger dragged across the pink lump Syria yelped inwardly. Stifling a laugh, Leo brought his lips once again to hers and began yet another series of passionate kisses. Only this time he massaged Syria's swelling slit as they kissed. Doing so caused the Psychic-type to breathe heavily as the awkwardness of having someone touch her body turned to pleasure.
Syria's velvet tongue caressed his own as she fought to control herself with her surging emotions enveloping her. Leo's fingers passed over Syria's clit again causing the Pokémon to convulse in pleasure. She'd never felt such feelings. In fact, the waves of pleasure began to overwhelm Syria. However, the amount of pleasure she was experiencing was actually impeding her from communicating a message to Leo. Doing the only thing she could think of to actually stop Leo, Syria wrapped her hand delicately around the shaft of Leo's half-flaccid penis.
Immediately Leo stopped everything he was doing to just shutter at the feeling of Syria's hand on his member. Curious, the boy looked at Syria to try and decipher why she had so suddenly decided to touch him. What he saw in the Gardevoir's eyes was eagerness; it was time. Nodding slowly, Leo gently gripped Syria's hand and pulled it to his lips. Gingerly he kissed each digit before sitting up on his knees. Holding his penis in his hand, Leo began to line up the head of his member with the now moist lips of Syria's opening. As the skin of their most private parts brushed against each other Leo found himself suddenly seeing everything as a blur. Scared, the young trainer looked to Syria for answers only to see the Gardevoir using her powers to levitate his glasses to Leo's own bed. "Wouldn't want to break anything important now would we?" The giggling that followed reassured Leo that everything was fine.
Both Leo and Syria prepared themselves as the boy gently began to insert his member into the quivering lips of the Pokémon's slit. Moans of pleasure escaped both lovers as they felt the presence of the other's body. Syria's body gripped Leo's hardening penis tightly as it slipped further into her. Once the young trainer could feel that he had entered as far as he could, he positioned his hands beside Syria's head so he could support his weight.
Leo looked down at Syria and observed her features in awe of her beauty. Lips swollen from all their kissing, cheeks ripe from blushing, her bottom lip clenched her teeth, and most telling; her teary eyes. This stopped Leo completely. Was he hurting her? Was she frightened? What was ailing her? Breathless, Leo huffed, "Tears?"
"Of happiness…" The response was quick and quiet. Syria was ready for this and the last thing she needed was her lover's humongous heart getting in the way of what Leo's scent drove her to desire.
With that last bit of confirmation, Leo slowly began to pull out before thrusting back in. The tight heat within Syria was driving Leo insane. Nothing had ever felt so damn good for the boy and it took every fiber of his being to not go crazy.
Every impact they made with one another in throws of passion made Syria cry out in ecstasy. Her eyes closed tight as Leo's thrusts increased with each breath. To increase her pleasure, Syria quickly wrapped her arms around Leo's back and tried to push her waist into Leo's thrusts, though matching his rhythm proved difficult at first.
Feeling himself reaching climax, Leo buried his face into Syria's neck. His hot breath beat against Syria's skin as she clung tightly to Leo's back in pleasure.
Almost as if on cue Leo felt all of his energy release in an instant. The rush of fluid drove Leo to nearly collapse against the moaning form of Syria.
Syria's eyes opened wide as she felt every crevice inside of her fill up as Leo fell against her. The persistent warmth between the Pokémon's legs made her entire body tremble as she began to come down from the high her emotions had caused.
Drenched in sweat, Leo kissed all along his lover's neck as he felt his member soften. Each kiss was followed by a different happy thought that Leo had of him and Syria from their lives. Around the eleventh kiss Leo found himself falling beside the exhausted Gardevoir on the bed. As they both fought for breath Syria planted light kisses on Leo's forehead.
Wrapping his arms around the thin waist of his Pokémon, Leo finally caught enough breath to speak. "…Well…how was it?" It was a simple enough question that would provide Leo with a review with which to compare future performances with and thus allow him to improve.
Feeling complete for the first time in her entire life, Syria took her time in answering so that she could plant a few more kisses along Leo's brow. "It was super-effective."